Fire Dream

I dreamt that a fire from our bed spread all through town but in the morning the house still was cold. A magnificent dream, nonetheless; relevatory. So suddenly met by tomorrow's sunny windows. No breakfast, no time, off to town; no delay. We need the fire there to warm up our sad bones. If we greet them with warmth they may grant us welcome, though each of us must walk home next to our lonesome. Trees by the roadside gravely loom and feign too high. New buildings, eye-catching, like bad food packaging. In their parking lots cans and bottles echo soft, and shiny paint jobs rest on the mid priced cars. So much depends on each separate perception, each soul's made the god of a separate creation. All the modern masters don't know the power they hold: even they must be tricked & think they walk alone. Giving all their best and being uncompensated, lamenting that they only wish to belong, but get enslaved. My god, what has become of the world we could share? This world of ours that's now yours and mine. Once again, in the west we watch the sun settle, my heart went with it then and night fell on what's left of me.