Dreams

Intricate weaving in a complex organ
Sewing diligently and incessantly, flawlessly
Modestly morphing desolate space into artwork
Using various colors, creating textures and ideas
Calculating prosaic equations,
And somehow concluding impossible truths
Instantaneously fabricating tales and histories
Adjusting the direction of the threads immeasurably
Causing mermaids to compress into dastardly monsters,
Trees to burn, and periwinkle snowflakes to become a blood red drizzle
Continuous spirals intrigue and bewilder viewers,
Humbled by the colossal phenomenon known to only one
To one, the watcher
One, the seer, the artist
To one, the dreamer