Well, here's one and I'm really reaching now...into my fastly fading memory

Dream Ship

To the Stars

and then Back,

a glorious expedition;

with your feet,

glazed

with Stardust,

shooting

(full-speed),

like Fireballs

into the Unknown.

                                  *                              *                                *

Communications have been broken,

I've awoken to

the World of Conscious Reality 

(whatever that might be?),

where actions are acted,

then done,

then forgotten;

into a thing we call

The Past.

Where the Dog

eats the Dog,

and each person breathes,

heavily,

down each other's backs;

forming,

small droplets of

Multi-colored Emotion.

                                 *                                   *                                *

But,

how can one

(with the snap of a finger?),

travel

the countless,

distances,

 which occupy the space between:

Conscious Reality

and

the Fifth Dimension;

The World of Dream?

                                 *                                  *                               *

'Twill be a Glorious Day,

when I sail across,

that raging,

ravishing Stream.

I tied and tried,

my Ship went down;

but,

Alas,

It was but

A Dream............

C Copyright 1974

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

CanUrel8 Press