The Dreams

The Dreams
by Peter Mulvey

Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains.
And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin.
And inside the thin skin are blood and the bones and inside the blood and the bones are the dreams.
It really is that simple. It really is that fragile.

I am one such dream inside the blood and the bags and the bones and the trains and the tunnels and there's a dream sitting next to me and there's a dream across from me. Fragile.

Now we all know that some day the tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop. And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone.
And in between now and then we know something must happen to every dream.
I don't know what will happen to the other dreams

But I know what will happen to me....
Sure as the rain I know. Sure as the winter.

I'll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and
love

And if I am lucky
once just once
The dream will drop to the floor like a vase
and shatter in shards of silence
but I will see, I will see
and in the pattern of the pieces
I will see.....

something.

This will
this will
this will happen.
But now, the train with all it's precious cargo
rolls on.