Splash!

   Dream drops falling
between rays of splintered light
where there is no room for fear-
only love and warmth and kindness
   Darkness steps aside
as there is no room for madness
midst the vibrations of the
angels' wings, their ethereal touch that dances
   Time cannot be counted
when the rhythmic coursing beats
in to the the dance of timeless age
frenzied by the dreams we choose to need
   Lost in time and lost in this space
holding firm in this enticing place
heart beating quickly as if in a race
to save my soul, my heart, my face

from losing once again

while dream drops splash about me
gently tapping out the unsung song
in the secret key of dreamy notions,
the ones that wake and woo me

While I was putzing in the front of the house this morning a neighbor walked by and thoughtfully reminded me (as he spied my withering fake grass), "Don't forget to turn on your sprinklers." I giggled at his silliness and thought of a different reminder to the contrary, which I never hear anymore.