was I conscious
was I the collective unconscious
a mind paddling in dream land
a mind drifting between worlds
a mind trapped in it’s cinema
I have always had this thing.
from sleep I
snap awake as people
think of me.
open my eyes
just after someone mails.
get warm shudders
from distant happy thoughts,
ringing ears from angry ones
dreams and dreams
and then something more
than a dream
you dancing
-the real astaire action-
floating over victoria street
pin striped suit.
you always were the sharp dresser
finally free
reborn vital
swirling and stepping
free from your body,
which was
a torture of weakness
in the end.
dancing free
and indeed you were
you even danced over
to have a farewell laugh
with me
as I was on holiday
a world away
a spirit dancing through
my dream
the day you moved on
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