What Dreams May Come

The infinite extends before me,
Ancient yet timeless, old like the stars -
Like the shapes within flickering flames,
And the perfumed scent after it rains -
The inscrutable rhythms of all
the pristine verses, my night time dreams,
Tantalizingly intangible.
These essences of words unwritten,
More real unsaid for all the base tongues
For so much is lost in blust'ring lungs.

Before the canvas of time and space,
Like the life of impermanent Man
Held fast against the countless eons,
These brief poems flicker and are gone,
Each one like a candle burning bright
Only to trail smoke into the night.
Brief player, listen to these shadows,
Listen closely to what dreams may come
For they are dreamt for you,
And you alone.