From
David Still
<ds@davidstill.org>
To
Barry Lipschutz-Perry
<lipschub@seas.upenn.edu>
Re:
Psalms
MESSAGE
Barry Lipschutz-Perry wrote: Dreams do come true. And you make my dreams so real. Let's make our own dreams. Our love is of the mist, no one need know how or of whom we dream. We will meet and never pinch our selves to check our reality. We will only speak to each other of our meetings, least the mist evaporate. I'm on the ground floor, you have the key, dare to enter so I may have thee ~B~ At 07:00 PM 3/5/2002 +0100, you wrote: >in sorting through the aftermath of last night's dream you'll find that >some things shine through more brightly than others. that some >details...faces...words and places blend together or simply are not. and >yet still other fine minutia are brazen and gaudy, prancing around your >brain again and again. almost mocking you in a vibrant ly diaphanous state. >my favorite music? the sad stories told in song. the true stories told in >song...something about a blue raincoat torn at the shoulder... >i saw the waves and heard the gleeful screaming. so easily your images >project on my spirit. these must be our memories. >gathered up to be sifted through...memories of everything we want to be true. >as for places on this planet. time and space and places - sadly i know >just now that i have no wings but in my mind. >pebble.