In a dream

it seemed all oppositions came


                    as pictures--

light and dark, good and evil,

                    all captured


in intertwining lines

                    and colors--


golds, burnt umbers, blues

                    and greens--

                    all blended

in a faultless harmony--

                     the real.


I stared, amazed, trying

                     to memorize


set down before my eyes,

                      made plain,

                      yet feeling

vaguely sad.     And upon waking

                       into the revived


of this world, I arose

                        and put on


one pant leg at a time, and embraced

                        my life.