Big Giant Head

Random Wednesday Poem

What is the well-spring of creation
Does it lie without or within
Why are we troubled by temptation
Doomed to struggle but never win.*

My rich dreams of chocolate coffee beans
Of sweetly snuggling  Stephen Fry
Of interviewing Prince Will & Kate
I scream, “Oh, God! Why them? Oh, why?”

Are dreams the source, our secret selves’ place
Where reality takes a rest
Where monkeys fly swift through crimson skies
Where fears and wishes find solace.

*These words were actually on the edge of my brain as I awoke.