Stars in My Pocket

Dream dreams-
Inherent realities,
Visions married
To nothing,
One speck
Suspended in
Space,
A myriad
Of fears,
Of past ghosts,
Anonymous
Chilling
Electronic addresses,
And charming
Wide-eyed horror.

Idealism.

Beautiful idealism.
Beautiful.

You are
Rapidly shifting
Equations,
Boxed wreckage,
And your own streamlined
Chaos.

Tomorrow
I was
The fool.

Pray,
Let me on
Yesterday.

Idealism,
Still
Not the answer.

What then.

Stars in my
Pocket,
Stone
In yours.