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
for me to enter sleep again.
Have you watched the movie Paterson? It’s about poetry – rather lovely.