Masking the Cosmos & A Dream
Is it all a facade?
charading behind a mask?
a woman? a child?
crying out for mother
but with no reply. never
never again will this cry be answered
so, child-woman, who speaks?
& to whom?
for you have known truth to be reality and the stuff of dreams can never be grasped
but shall you continue to dream
of all the thimble-tops and bottlecap fairy tale worlds?
Why must you continue to dream?
“A dream is just fine,” she says
clutching the reality that cloaks her,
but a fine veil of sheer curiosity peeps through the eyes of her soul
“To dream is to be human, for we were once the stuff of dreams”
but then, she is whispered away by the frail wind
her words trailing behind her, “a dream, a dream…”
