A dream slips in the window
as if it were nothing but light

It is restless and also speechless
dressed in fabric of green and blue

It paces about my living room
I see ocean and sky and green hills

A breeze comes up in the house
I notice the dream keeps changing

I try to get near and to enter it
I can’t help walking through it

I am weeping when I come out
both for sorrow and for joy

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