I dreamt last night
that I had
to sew a blanket
with a giant seam
straight down the middle.
The fabric was patterned
with the galaxies
swirling and whirling and shooting by;
changing
every second.
My friends
were all around
to help me
but lifeless -
automatons sewing
blanket after perfect blanket
all the while
watching me
with unseeing eyes.
And as I sewed
one by one
they disappeared
until I was alone
with my starry blanket
and it’s giant seam.
I looked at it
to admire my work,
but could not stand the silence
or the
emptiness.
When before my eyes
the seam was torn apart
but a shooting star
and into that hole in the galaxy
was where i walked
in search of something new.
I walked into the seam
of my giant blanket
and what I found;
what I found was magical
beautiful
the most breath-taking vision
of perfect
tragic
loveliness -
but I only know
because when I awoke
I was crying
and could not remember.
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
I dreamt last night
that I had
to sew a blanket
with a giant seam
straight down the middle.
The fabric was patterned
with the galaxies
swirling and whirling and shooting by;
changing
every second.
My friends
were all around
to help me
but lifeless -
automatons sewing
blanket after perfect blanket
all the while
watching me
with unseeing eyes.
And as I sewed
one by one
they disappeared
until I was alone
with my starry blanket
and it’s giant seam.
I looked at it
to admire my work,
but could not stand the silence
or the
emptiness.
When before my eyes
the seam was torn apart
but a shooting star
and into that hole in the galaxy
was where i walked
in search of something new.
I walked into the seam
of my giant blanket
and what I found;
what I found was magical
beautiful
the most breath-taking vision
of perfect
tragic
loveliness -
but I only know
because when I awoke
I was crying
and could not remember.