Reel to reel

Live each dream if dream it be,
breathe,
imagine that it’s me who’s dreaming you,
breathe.

Who touches filament so fine
who tastes your uncorked wine
who,
until the end of time
dream and let your dream be mine.

A wise man waits,
a wise man states what’s obvious
I dream oblivious to all but she
who dreams of me.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.