My pillow’s covered in drool, but I’m in dreamland so I do not care.

Why does my memory work better when I’m sleeping?
Weeping willows in the wind scratch my back.
They have legs and they have feet and knees… and these,
Walking trees walk with me through forests of forbidden thoughts.
We walk long walks to deep dark spots to see something… anything new.
I wonder if I’m worthy of you. Are you everything? God…
I need circumnavigation. Lost… and I do not care.

Somewhere in my self esteem,
A machine engine heart beats on… the distance. It stops and starts itself,
As if aware of it’s existence. Within the unconscious of this dream,
A feeling is there… and it is living… and I do not care.

Forgiving cold memories for getting too hot,
Then blowing the ashes away, and forgetting.
Letting a long time ago go, for now, for giving me misery.
Breathing the mystery beneath a love layer of air. Hidden in the mist, in the forest.
It’s safe there with the trees above the unknown things.
Strings of spaghetti spine in knots? I can work them out.
Free mind massages for every night’s stay. No rooms for doubt.

Without a care,
Relaxing under weeping willows near the end of the day… it was there, It was then,
That we met… I remember… my tree friends I’ll never forget.
I wanted to ask what the walk together was all about,
But what could trees say? Trees can’t talk… can they?