wake up little dream

sleeping...dreaming
cloud falls on my open hand
run fast as laughter
spin the mantra wheel
make me bright as sky
trip on the hollyhock
fall on the seers stones
shatter goes the glass eyes
can see without them
I am free
over my sensitivity
she silently sleeps
draped over a couch cushion
on a paper floor
in Heathcliff's hallway

hands break
fists ache

your laughter echoes somewhere in the dream
and I can see now
the rainbow pinched me
and I have found the golden threads
angels and your smile
sit perfectly poised
for the afterlife

the sunrise glitters over the hilltop
I am running still
I skip over the water
like a stone
I am the martyr again
your savior again
blessed be the little changeling
in my pocket
she's tired of running
I am her legs
I am her wings
she does not want to move
the dream is too perfect
but I can run into her
I will wake her
make it all drip with red

you fall on me
but I will climb into you

I can see the window
iced over
where you sit and dream still
even though the daylight threatens to melt the haze all away
Do you want to see little one?
Do you really want to see?
See what the angels could bring?
If I told your little secret, would you run with me?
Would you follow the rainbow to the end?
Would you dare?
To leave the window and come outside?

Stand up and move those tired limbs
you are not asleep anymore
you have my wings on
you have my eyes on
your face alive
a little more color now

Ive dreamed it for you
but now you have to melt the light
and make him dream
this is your handiwork
your ballroom is glittering with starlight

and he waits for you inside

waiting for your crystal shard

put it in his hand

he wants to dream it now

inside the light somewhere

he hears the laughter

he too sleeps under the weight of the stones

make him dream
make him see
make the light melt
make the dream wake up....