I have a dream and a vision I just
can't collect – so I'll try to write it out;
I'll make my breath pause to feel as I must,
and the words will flutter as I breathe out:
Here goes: I see the sun trace down the sky,
itself, I mean, in the gentle azure:
I see the livid red bricks that stand shy
but proud against the menace of fissure:
But I see a gap, and I crawl right in,
a warp to where the dust is so golden,
in the falling light, and I fall right in,
and I feel bright, as the sounds embolden:
There are vehicles and winds whirring by,
and I feel movement with a fated eye.
urbansonnets 