I dreamt a floating city froze in time,
I dreamt its brilliance, glory and its shine.
Its glowing stones, its flashing hues so fine,
Yet the city turned to ashes in the light
Dust floating in light.
Each mote a glowing gem, flashing brilliant
We see only facets
Never the whole
I dream a world a night, each one full
of beauty, brilliance, depth, detail,
All I see when I wake are the flashes,
the facets, glances,
Dust motes in the light
Floating, waiting
for me to enter sleep again.
Benjamin Shee
Have you watched the movie Paterson? It’s about poetry – rather lovely.