My Dreams Are Sheer Curtains

Image: Morning Over Oporto by Anka Zhuravleva

for me to peer through
out from the boudoir of my mind
(where trees always grow)
and into ever changing vistas.
I ride those dreams
like silken magic carpets,
lay my hands on them
and braid them to me
like I am an aerial dancer
and they are my scarves. — Annette Marie Smith