The Dream

I sleep full and it is still great the will, fast approaching comes the dream to pull the vast golden day from it's memory of your remembered night.... ) Air..........moving....in and out... heavy sinking and lite above and white as the mist of stacked spires... domes bubble up from the sound fired in sulfurous mist... my sea once a mighty ocean quiescent as a yellow seal, sleeping upon that rock, waves watching over 'the pup... and the emerging sun spurting up and out from the gold over one world, smoke-pale, rising out of the red clay....( But the day is an, up-turned face and its sun a mind, mined hard multi faceted made from yours a diamond shinning from space-looking down and light comes now as water- upon whom, shall he pour this, your dream?