i dream of dreams (i cannot remember)

my dreams float

in the glass jar,

brimed in peach-

apple cider 

i open the shelf

to admire its color- now amber-

gold & honey

in summer

but in autumn, the 

liquid is deep cobalt-green

the sky takes on a sheen of melancholy

i cannot shake off

i think of another place and time

where the clouds are blue-grey

and the half-moon is glorious star-

i open the jar & inhale the half-

part of me, that swims between sun-

set and dusk

never quite framing the face half-

turning, walking between door-

ways

of meanings 

and blank walls, i am

still air-scribbling, i am 

dreaming

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