Roger Singer

There is a vision inside of

everyone.

A vision of something distant

from reality, yet persistent,

attempting to create belief.

A flash of honey sweetens the dreams

that we hide in our pillows.

Stories tightly wrapped in linen.

A fresh song or story taps its way to

the surface, turning over the stone of

sleep as footsteps stir the consciousness

of awake, leaving behind

distant places.