How did all my dreams run through?
Where'd their secrets run off to?
Did they catch a bus from me to you?
What magician conjured these few
with golden eyes and wings of blue
abandoning me in a wakeful reverie
of yellow and red falling off the trees.

I might find them as an astronaut
I ought to be one, actually, to soar the planets
I've chased my thoughts around the block
And beyond starless infinities
But have I mentioned the invasion?
Alien thoughts and ideas profound
In that hollow space, they make no sound.

These magical dreams, too high for my reach
And their creator, losing herself in speech
Is that how God felt, when Adam fell
As Eve's dreams sailed off to the highest peaks?
the stormy clouds hinder this upward climb
This being the hardest task of the mind
Fortitude as dangerous as a dream's divinity.