sleepPome

In a dream world

that knew
it was a dream world,

I woke up
with a handful of rain

and if I'm lucky
I can keep

the brain pouring into it
so even though the rain

that danced in my dreamdome
of stars, kissed by holy angels,

has poured off and into
the space that wraps round twilight,

I can hold out my hands
and keep receiving

because I can't say
if it will keep raining or not,

only that it's here.