Dreams wander
from human to human
from Ireland
to Bulgaria
from an anywhere
to the somewhere
of everywhere
arriving in different heads
at the same time
so that the beings
whether they be human or not
(see the haystack dream of the barn
dreaming of a large harvest moon)
(see the forgotten doll
dream of her lost child)
all seem
to dream
the same dream.
Eyes
(you must understand)
do more than see
eyes dream
of what the heart
...already knows.
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For the lovely lady who is so 'Eye-rich' at heart and who writes the most 'laughely' poetry. A thank you poem for the gift of your poetry.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-do-more-than-see-for-the-onelia-begetter-of-this-ensuing-poem/
