Painted Dreams

There are no more deferred dreams time has at last collapsed. Where can we wait and not be disturbed while waiting to start over again. Light has not reached U.S. here no not yet. Out side where we are there's a face. Deep in sleep through it I look it is large very large larger than our pretty eyes. Transparent inside flowing out are the thoughts thoughts that have led U.S. all here. Like salt dashed on edge the edge of a cup the light that we see is not here. Silver and green the rest are unseen their presence exists none the less. There is more than this much much much more than this and it fits on the head of a pin.