Lucid Dreaming (Revised)

turn off the lamp so i
may be swallowed by the darkness
and consumed by the
creative creatures of my consciousness
in a thousand
images of yesterday’s tomorrow

turn the lamp on in my mind

so i may see visions

of love and peace and a better future

ignite the backyard-barbeque-
cookout-campfire as the blue
horizon of my eyes is filled
with soot and spiraling
smoke in my mind

because after all i’m a
writer with dancing ink
on creativity’s playground

swinging on the swing-set

of my soul

i dream of things i want to dream

not what grandma or grandpa
or mom or dad tell me to

i dream of a tree with

golden branches and emerald green

leaves towering above

the cotton-ball clouds

pointing towards the heavens

i dream of tomorrow

and yesterday, but most

importantly, i dream

of today