Dreams

Abundance is voices blended in close harmony.

~Candy Paull

Dreams

Soft in the light of somewhere nice

I dream and listen but give no voice;

Slow swirls of movement I feel like twirls

Of dancing playing once-little girls,

In white 'neath a shower of wedding rice

Slow tinkling-jingling music box chime

Like an almost forgotten nursery rhyme,

I hear it again, pause and turn my ear

To find the faint sound I think I hear —

A distant metronome ticking out time.

Murmurs of voices of unknown people

Lifting, falling, most unrecognizable

Shadows lengthening, sliding, dancing with light

Into the evening and fast falling night;

I dream inside late afternoon's satin bubble.

Soft in the come and go of light —

Soft in the light, I dream.