Last night, a dreamer dreamt
a dream.
He was out, at a restaurant, waiting for
food—a rowdy bunch
at the table across from him.
And just think:
a dream was dreamt
while a dreamer was waiting
and if only he had whispered it, had
spilt it out to the
whishes of air around him;
if only he had whispered;
maybe someone would have heard.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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