There’s a place where dreams escape
When they have need to be.
Creatures that don’t fit a shape,
Great beasts outgrowing trees,
Feasting on the purple earth
And sucking down the seas,
Where fish feed on dark clouds worth
Far more than thunder’s keys.
Birds sing to bring the sun close,
They’ve gulped full moons with ease,
And will have sun soon they boast,
On toast with Swiss Alp cheese.
They’ll go back to sleep to swing
In minds long lost to zzzs.
Dreams are hungry, hungry things
And all too hard to please.
Illustration by JM.