The twinkling bliss of <br />sunlight on green leaves <br />The moving tapestry of <br />images it weaves <br />As we fall further into sleep <br />deciphering electricity as dreams <br /> <br />Blue water falls to smithereens <br />from fountains made of silver beams <br />And all around this garden of repose <br />tranquillity’s bewildered by a rose <br /> <br />A rainbow morphs to a gothic arch <br />a certain serendipity diverts our path <br />Then half awake we giggle at these schemes <br />that tickle twice this fuselage of dreams <br /> <br />Observe now under one umbrella <br />A stage-struck cat recites Othello <br />synapse flip-flap a glittering bling <br />sunflowers are frightened by a ring <br /> <br />Alas a clock alarms its right <br />To toll the knell of parting night <br />Dream makers pack away to hide <br />The work that reason can’t abide <br /> <br />The day will have its rightful place <br />Do what you must do - to save face <br />We dream our fears or die of fright <br />and darn the ragged sleave at night<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-water-falls-to-smithereens-from-fountains-made-of-silver-beams/
