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Since it’s tipping down with occasional
Quick breaks to lure us out without raincoats –
The better to soak us at the Weather God’s whims –
I’m carrying on this conversation with
The Part of me that runs my dreams, my Dreamer,
Which seems to be hiding deep in thorn thickets
Like an offended cat.
Come on out, Dreamer: would you like
A towelling-dry or are you ok at the moment.
Dreamer: I’m OK. Me: Could I build you
A lovely castle in the air where you could
Take refuge until you’re ready to explain
Why you’re stopping my dreams?
D: I’m not stopping them. Me: Aren’t you?
Well somebody is. Who or what?
Tell me that and I’ll hunt the dream-stopper
Down and leave you in peace. Though actually
I know that you can’t tell fantasy from reality
(which I understand) so I doubt you.
If you are the gate-keeper of my dreams,
Then you are the one to blame for
The paucity and dullness of the few
Occasions when I remember a dream.
And if you’re not the gate-keeper,
Please could you bring him out here.
I want a word with him.
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