don't wake up, just yet

it's a strange

dream,

a Salvadore Dali

kind of collage of many

disconnected

things.

babies

and empty rooms.

nude women,

and water.

there's a white vase.

a black

as oil crow.

red curtains and lace.

there's the eye

of the moon,

a yellow strand of hair.

there's no

rhyme

or reason for any of it

that i can

think of,

but i loved being there.

i wanted more,

i wanted to see what

came next.