When you first wake up

When you first wake up after sleeping

If you will hold very still,

You will realize that you are holding in your mouth

An exquisite glass form of a dream

Which you have been blowing all night,

With every exhalation forced out

And it is like nobody else's

And has never before been seen;

For each of us is like a kaleidoscope

And we include different layers in our glass,

Taking it all from within ourselves;

The exact parts needed for the form we are making,

Taking the pieces from other dimensions;

Things which might seem untrue in this one,

But are real as we can make them

When our dreaming eyes and fingers

Lift them from our waiting wholeness,

In the night time of our stillness

When we finally become one patent vehicle,

And the dream begins to grow then, like the smallest bubble;

A stained glass fetus of our blooming individuality

Made only for, only by us;

As fragile as any snowflake,

As ephemeral as any memory.