Shakespeare Dreams

Sanctimonious devastation found in a sleeping nymph’s dreams.

The sweet incarnation tosses and turns while wrapping herself in the blanket of night.

There is Much Ado About Nothing in the world of waking visions,
so the beauty dwells among the comedies of unconscious fantasy.

Caught inside a Shakespeare wonderland she dances with angels,
leaving tragedy at the door.
She is carried high above the Tempest to an Eden of lush contentment.

It would be a Midsummer Night’s Dream if
Summer hadn’t fallen into oranges and browns.

But deep in slumber she dwells in warmth and innocence;
her dreams sweetened with sugarplum sonatas
while fairies whisper,
“You can have life As You Like It.”

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on February 7, 2012, in Author, Fiction, poetry, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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