JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Last night, awakened from my sleep

I left my bed and floated up

Last night, awakened from my sleep

I floated out over the world

And I became the smoke that curling

From the rooftops kissed the clouds

And I became the mist that rolling

From the ocean wets the heath

 

Oh tell me, tell me,

Tell me it was not a dream

 

Last night, awakened from my sleep

I floated up into the stars

And landed in a meadow drunk with sound

Where seaweed trees with fronds

Of many hues held goldfish birds

Anemones with waving fingers

And from each a strand of music fluttered

That trembled in my ears, a most

Delightful choir, until I lost my

Shyness and began to sing with them

 

Oh tell me, tell me,

Tell me it was not a dream

 

Last night, awakened from my sleep

I tasted melted snow from mountain peaks

Drank bubble streams from glaciers and drifts

Then cut a sheaf of wheat with golden wing

Spread it with honey from treetop hive.

I lingered in a garden dripping figs

Nibbled from papaya, coconut and peach

Last night I tasted wild how freedom tastes

The sweetest wine that ever passed my lips

 

Oh tell me it was not a dream!