Dream Veins
My heart pumps blood to the veins of my dreams each night, when sheep leap in and out of spiderweb moonbeams through the window's dust covered eye. I sleep walk beside you. You on your own dream journey. Shake me awake or else I'll get lost. If the dream goes on too long I will drown into it, and stay asleep longer than I should.
Do you hear the music? It is coming from somewhere outside this realm. It's cutting into the dream's core, an intercom announcement to me that signals that there still is a sense of belonging to the outside world. I awake before you. You sleep walk onward.