Cubist

To Dream

To dream
in time and space
where space could go back in time.

To walk on a cloud
where at any step
the cloud becomes a crowd.

To sleep next to a farmer
and wake up to a horse.

Counting sheep
turns to counting beats
to counting sleep
then counting streets.

We live on dreams.

Dreams take us,
here,
there,
everywhere.

But are dreams, dreams
If they're really dreams?