The Dream Machine

The dream machine turns  on

When we enter at dawn

The barriers of time are broken

By thoughts unspoken

The dream machine is the past

From which the present is recast

In it images are many

Desires know we’re ready

The dream machine is invisible

It’s abilities, a miracle

Around it lives revolve 

Calmness runs into the ground

The dream machine is heavy

Holding on makes us unsteady

From the dream when we awaken

We can’t ever again be shaken