I put the words
to bed
tuck ‘em up
in a comfy notepad
as they dream
their way into being
talking in tongues
shyly chatting up equally shy syllables
their thoughts
fragile things
a butterfly’s
wing.
In the morning
I peel away the patina
of their thin veiled
dreams
a palimpsest of things
listen to what
the words have to say
write it
all down in a neat
calligraphic hand
& pretend
I wrote it myself.
Doral Deepset
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-poem-3/
