dreaming inhabits days
lives there like it’s home
expects to be welcome,
who wants reality any more

dreaming doesn’t mean to
be intrusive, has only
you to be in, knows it’s
reciprocal, never had a problem
of unrequited anything

dreaming inhabits the
house in the guise
of thought, friends
and lovers, and
cheerful futures

every night I go through
hours of strangers I’ll
never see in the daylight
with their faces clear
their motives apparent