I spell forgotten dreams to synchronize
The lake-like mechanism of my heart–
I coax the apple spider, empathize
With heavy limbs and dreams that fall apart.
Arrange the objects, set a palette keyed
To honor God, essential motion, light
And entropy, forgotten dreams that bleed
Into the second apple on the right.
I lift my voice beside the lake to pray
And quote the balanced cycle of the sun,
With leaden limbs in morning wind I sway
Impulsive, mimicking the dream undone.
For my entire stake in life, it seems,
Is somehow to communicate my dreams.