daytime dreams


once i was sitting in a light gray room

in the quiet, enjoying some solitude,

when my ears were filled with magical sounds

that seemed to come from all around.

i closed my eyes to see what was there —

pictures and people were everywhere.

they smiled and sang

and knew each other’s names

and made music in the light of a warm, yellow flame.

this vision, these songs,

this feeling that everything belongs,

what is it for? what does it mean?

but my eyes jumped back to the light gray scene.

alone in the quiet i pondered the themes

of my never-ending daytime dreams.


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