As the wave
as I lap
as we lapse into sleep
soft laps that lap with a lapping
along the form of this beach
forming
the breath of each breath
of this lap of the lapping
along this warm sandy cove
where I lap with the lapping
where I had loved as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as we love is lapping
so lets lay here and lap
with the lap of the lapping
as our hearts beat with lapping
as we lap

Is it a dream to you? It is, for me.

Some days are dreams I've had before.

These "replays" are the memories

of my else-self, aged and haunted by today.

****, how depressing.

Can't I re play, and win this time ?

No. It's not a game-can't win or lose a dream.

But what about me , if this is MY dream

shouldn't I be something more,

a hero, a leader?

Umm, true, if this was just my dream

I would be SOMEONE GREAT & good (what a fool).

This must be someone else's dream.

I DON'T EXIST ?

No, it is a dream and I am part-

a part apart of everything for all eternity.

(more "one with the universe" *****)

I do feel it and it's beautiful

but it hurts me too, in the distance is loneliness.

See the distance between the is and the was

of the second-hand of this clock

This is me, and all there ever was and ever will be

flows from and into me

Life is a dream, death is a dream

Eternity is a dream

Still,

Some day, I wish I would wake-up.

The bankers' sliced into the bunker

Now it's the grunts who will pay for the blunder

So don't speak of fairness

For I couldn't  care less

And the dish ran away with the spoon