Once upon a child’s dream
To show its face again
The third decade into life
A nighttime resurrection
I try to grasp the ball on the sides
But my arms won’t reach that wide
The distant vision feels so close
I run but it just hides
A Monet in slumber taunts me now
As if I were a babe
A growing sense of familiarity
Inside my blanket cave
Deja vu perhaps this is
A less than cheerful sleep
I am not angry nor feel sad
I do not wake to weep
Confused, I’d say, this dream I’ve had
Many nights that passed
I’d bet a dime another time
But certainly not the last
