The wind assembles dreams that rains destroy.
I shelter further underneath a storm-felled tree.
I think of sleep. I sleep and wake and toy
with the idea that dreams are the reality.
Earth Tourist
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The wind assembles dreams that rains destroy.
I shelter further underneath a storm-felled tree.
I think of sleep. I sleep and wake and toy
with the idea that dreams are the reality.
Earth Tourist 
Very sweet.
Cheers, John :-)
Ooh, I like this. I never would have thought of wind assembling anything, but it works here and I, too, have toyed with the idea of dreams being reality. Well done.
Thanks, Elise. Speaking of toying, I sometimes toy with the idea that we can see the wind.