Sweet Dreaming

Yes

there is lavender in the fields of my nostrils
over Favoriten

döner is carried in an evening breeze
like the locusts crawling in and out of the bedroom

It’s the sweetness of you
they want isn’t it?

Although

I suppose that is a fine wine in your hands

_____red and waning

like the moon spilling down
the spires of Stephansdom

This heat lightning has left me mindless
of the sparseness of stars

How lovely that I could see the green river

your eyes in motion

_____swirling and endless

Do you see that I have dirt in the crevices of my nails?

my dreams

are blooming with the onions
that I will not eat

Where have you planted your dreams
are they blooming yet?

Yes

I see them behind the lavender

_____where the honeybees have gathered
They must be sweet

Daniel Gage is a librarian living in Boston, Massachusetts. Daniel has always loved translating his brief musings on simple life and the great adventure of travel into larger stories through poetry. He has previously published work in The Watershed Journal.