Through the Dunes

In the dream 

I am walking 

among white dunes. 

I  sense no ocean 

but still there 

 is a vastness.

These may be   

desert dunes. 

In the dream 

I return to a building.  

People are there, 

and they tell me 

"There isn't anything 

out there." 

   

 I am smiling. 

I show them my pass 

that allows me to travel 

as far as I want.  

I note there is an 

expiration date, but 

that does not worry me.      

I have no sense 

of limitation, 

 only freedom. 

 

As I turn and 

start down a path 

through the dunes

once more, 

I tell those 

who stay close to the building

that I am learning happiness.  

I decide to travel a little 

further this time. 

    

  

say 

April, 2019    

I am purposely not attaching an image.  These dreams seem to be calling for images other than flowers, so I want try to do some artwork and see what comes up.  This dream gives me a sense of freedom that I definitely want to explore.  I also want to explore the link between poetry and dreams.