yes you poet of the dream

Sometimes you talk and speak so fast, about the people you encounter. I find my head spin into space , you dream ...spew ...write ...love ...break , you do all that life shows you that you must ,yet you hang onto pixie dust.
 Yes you poet of the dream.
Lost in the darkness it seems.
A blanket of stars and oceans surrounding, life growing to be outstanding : how could one dream such a dream when such a dream is already given , sometimes I know I talk so fast , about the people and the places , the faces the memories , tastes , smells , feelings , lost in my own existence.
Spinning in and out of the galaxy : the universe takes my being , the earth takes me body , the movement takes my soul .
if thus was one to be ...Iife is one mystery ..