Dreamer Catcher

The wind blows warm,
Wresting me from a well-won rest,
Swirling, scattering my dreams
To the five directions.
They were vivid and colored,
Offering interactions and inflections
Lost now on the stark morning sounds.

I was held and held on,
Like I want to hold on to them.
Awaking, that’s all I have
To keep me company
Save for the cats
Making the morning rounds.

I blew a kiss to the moon last night
And massaged the stars to sleep.

But two days took me so far
Away, I flew so fucking far
Away from my dreamer
Like I’ve fallen from my dreams.
Like a sunflower seed
Sent from the stalks.
The cats stalk rodents
While I chase my dreams
And catch only the smallest slivers
Of holding on.

Time to be letting go.

Let the rain come on
And the wind blow
These soft morning blues
Away.
Like eyes turned to brown,
Like a heart opened to change.

So that like birds on the limb
Thinking of taking flight
My dreams and my dreamer
Might return to me tonight.


This place feels farther away
Than Asia ever did
Or could or would.
Could I, I should
Embrace the absence
Of distance spanned seamlessly
On nights I sleep
Undreamlessly.