Writing Photos Restless Legs

 Choosing Dreams

Writing is a dream perhaps
for those who enjoy night
the paths diverge and words
emerge dancing in the sky.  

Bed remains so neatly turned 
the moon presides o'er sleep 
someone thought I am the boss
of when I choose to flee. 

Retirement a blessing
dreaming when you want
if you have a wife permits
this odd accoutrement.

I  would not take this path
"methinks" ? pull words from
out of where...

if I lived alone would be
a risk too much to bear. 

They say we are at 4 a.m.
well suited for the task
astronauts of little rooms
ceilings that disappear. 

Glass is gone forever
shingles might be bad
risk is ever present
but so is joy

beware. 

This path been going on awhile
it leads to other things
I notice dreams will cozy up
and kiss real thoughts
waking.

Romance is for all mankind
we find it wild within
walking down the road
at night

the sky writ large
calling.