UNTITLED (DREAMS ARE YOUR PILLOW)

Dreams
Are your pillow -
Cradling your
Head
Where your
Heart has borne you

Your bed
The transport
The vehicle
For change
Where hope
Makes friends
With furry demons
and childish
Whispers,
Impeding speech
But conveying truth.

On a bed
Of wonder
The silken sheets
and warm
flannel
Try to
Cover and smother
The shape
Of the girl
On the wire
Try to become
The nighttime salvation
The security and
The safety net
In the cirque de parfait


-jim hill (2-15-02)