Dead Poets Society

I awake from others’ dreams.

I have interloped it seems.

If my dreams are not about me,

i wonder whose dream it can be.

This gives me another view

of what other people do.

From within some other soul.

i have just played another role.

I don’t know where these dreams are,

perhaps near a distant star.

Maybe they will happen within

strange dreams from some other men.

Dreaming of poets who are dead

i dream of what they left unsaid.

Walt Abbott 4-15-2012