Flowing through
my slumbering
state of mind
like soda pop
filling an
empty tumbler.
Dreams that
fizzle
and bubble
and foam
to the very rim.
Tickling
your senses.
Sometimes
spilling over
and puddle-ing
carelessly
around the bottom.
Crackling
and fracturing
the icy bits
that fill
my vessel.
Dreams that
refresh
and quench
the thirst
of this
sleeping soul.