Half-Dream
Samuel Andreyev
As the walls recede
And souvenirs come into view
Some recent plans appear
That would seem to have
A sense of continuity
Soldering the past
To sell its suit to anyone
Who passes by the dome
Under evening light
Looking for a matching eye
Changing gears to check if there is heat
Or at least if the tune takes up too much room
Having stopped to verify the claim
That the sense is clear, we need not remain
Staring into milk
Receiving stars upon the wave
That slides into the dark
Whiting out the storm
And the rest would seem to fade