Dreams lie next to you in bed
Soft against your skin
Whispers, speaking of times before.
Dreams march alongside you
Soldier on, they say
What you desire is just over the hill.
Dreams coil around you
Squeezing fearfully tight
The message, an enigma.
Dreams are the parallel universe
And preferred universe of life
Grown from seeds of lust and envy.
Dreams appear in broad daylight
On shoulders, nibbling ears
And even in your underwear.
We fly in dreams and crash
We talk nonsense to strangers
And wake to the sound of popping bubbles.