More to the Dream

I dreamed I had something important to say.
Crickets woke me with their din.
I fell asleep again and dreamed
that humanity desperately needed to hear
what I had to say.  In the morning
birds broke, like pebbles
tossed in a pond, the surface
of my dream with their twitter.
Wide awake, I can think of nothing
to say, but it seems important
that I have something important
to say.  There must be more
to the dream.

Dean Blehert
(posted by Pam)