The Direction of Dreams

You close your eyes and enter
the dark paradise of dreams,
where touch has life
and magic flows from your fingertips like love,

where doors lead to ballrooms, not basements,
and the music you hear tinkles
with laughter and sunlight,

unpretentious and dangerous
only in the joy it brings you to:

inevitable, incomprehensible, perfect.

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The picture was taken in the basement of the woman I love, a month or so ago as we were loading wood for her wood stove. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom