In Dreams I Am

Everyone's has dreams, of where to go, who to be; I too wonder, when I dream, late into the night, where do I go, what do I see. I alone am the Dream. The hazy appearance upon the far, far Horizon. The words awaiting a blank page, a pure prayer yet unspoken. The dream of dragonfly wings swept by and into the eternal Everywhere; Dreams as gifts, like wild, prickly cactus, sweet maple and mighty redwood trees, dreams like bristlecone pines, ancient and inexplicably alive, raging rapids, and mysterious canyons deep, in the narrows and the wide open sky, in the sources of the springs down under, and the mountain tops way up high, through the speed of light and the slowness of dark, I, in all of this and much more than tongues can tell, alone am the Dream, dreamer and dreamt of. Where is the world in my dream? Oh better still, Where is my dream in the world?