This poem is part of my reading in Damien Donnelly’s excellent Eat the Storms podcast (so many episodes, so many amazing poets reading their wonderful poems), and a guidepost for a larger project about falling dreams.
High above the city streets
shadows bend to spells
on darkened windows
a pair of tired eyes sparkle
one brown, the other lighter brown
blinking to remember
this dance of sleepless dreams
Dream dreamers newsletter: The Falling Dream.