Is
The Girl Who is Walking
The
streets of New York
Awake
to the chasing movements of her feet
Which
are placed methodically one after the other
On
the concrete without letter her lift off
And
soar through the clouds which graze
Our
dreams of a beyond beyond that place
Where
everything and nothing at once are
Conceived
and to which everything and nothing
Will
return,
Does
she know that her steps are not steps
But
leaps which take her there
While
the rooted trees stand firmly
Without
compromise knowing that
To
break their twines would be to lose hold
Of
all that they know
And
to certainly die,
But
what is death but another of the rooms
Which
we will never enter
Because
as soon as we turn the knob
We
cease to be
Perhaps
it's not as bad
As
we dream. Do dreams foreshadow waking life
Or
are they simply storms of electrons
Catching
each other on blazing fire replicating
At
random the shapes and colors that fill
Our
perceptions, leaving the dreamer
At
the mercy of her brain to connect them
In
a pattern which only makes sense
To
she who has dreamt it and keeps it
In
her heart as she walks
The
streets of New York
