The currency of a dream

                                              Sleep is not my enemy

                                                       sleep is but my friend

                                              Who takes me to sights unseen

                                                       to where the journey ends

                                              To streets that lead to nowhere

                                                       to sights that no one’s seen

                                              To stars and galaxies far beyond

                                                       the telescope’s prying scheme

                                              To plots which thicken

                                                       unto death and life,

                                                            bright as crystal water,

                                              The clarity brought

                                                       cannot be bought

                                                               except by

                                                                   the currency

                                                                           of a dream.

                                                                                    s.k. lindeman