Untitled Dreams.

Birds of a pillow sleep together
And dream forever.
This is not of love
This is of true togetherness.
Two can build a nest
Constructed upon green leaves of disbelief
And roots of truth.
You cannot put a roof on fantasies
Because these dreams are rising seas
Where reality plays host for trees to grow.
Two birds can extend their wings
Rather, capacity, to worlds beyond material things.
Written 12/4/08

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