To Dream (That Picture of You)

I dreamed myself

into that picture of you,

it was me

you were looking at,

and those smiling eyes

were telling me 

everything I needed to know

without words.

I dreamed myself

into that forest painting

where light bathed the church of nature

in silent serenity and calm beauty

as I walked in cool waters

and touched everything 
with the hand of God.

I dreamed myself

into the life of the beggar

whose head stays bowed

in the shame of his failings

so I could share his sufferings

and know the distance between us

is not so great.

I dream myself

away from this place

in search of magic and mystery 

amongst the visions

so I may know

comfort from my days

of lonely dreaming.


inspired by Amy Johanna Stenberg

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   May 2014