Passing Dreams Poem by Severien Meyer

Passing Dreams
by: Sev Meyer
(Written, December,1989)


I stand in awe, in disbelief
Of dreams still unexplained.
Old friends, new music, fresh ideas,
In sleepy, thought-clogged lanes.

I reach to grasp these inspirations,
To make some sense of same.
And would perchance bring them all home
To daylights lifelike game.

But in the waning sleep-plagued hours,
Just prior to the dawn,
My mind is purged of every thought,
As with a new-mown lawn.

Each blade of grass and wayward weed
Is clipped and changes form.
As with my dreamy nighttime thoughts,
That in a wink... are gone.