I almost remember
like there’s one note in a symphony
remembered by the tuning fork
or there’s one poppy bought
on rememberance day
and all other flowers loose their name
there needs to be a motif
in this dream
that will wake me up
something that I can hold
because that dream remembers
who I really am
a pointer that points
at itself
is a potent symbol
I wake up thinking there’s something
to remember, something
is asking me to know my dream
most intimately
Tags: 2009, awakening, consciousness, dreams
