The Creation of Dreams

An open book with words on a line

once closed holds a secret in the spine

the words separate and reconnect 

with the ones they most care for and respect

Love mingles with Hate

they eat from the same plate

it’s like they don’t even know the chaos they create

War and Peace have mastered the waltz

they share the floor with True and False

they dance through the night

alongside Wrong and Right

and not once has there been a single fight

Smile and Frown

play with Up and Down

as Black and White 

speak to Yellow and Brown

Life resuscitates Death

as Death suffocates Life

and so is their existence 

as Husband and Wife

the Question words

all come together

for they are birds

of the same inked feather

Who and Where and How and Why 

all look for What up in the sky

this goes on 

until you fall asleep

then into your mind

they softly creep

they get themselves into great big teams

and become what we humans all call Dreams

if you do not Dream 

it’s because you do not Write

so I suggest you start tonight

-MCL-