Under A Tartan Plaid

 

I’ll shelter myself from daily routine

Under a soft tartan plaid.

Every end marks another beginning.

My night dreams will assimilate

The blend of views and scenes,

The shreds of a bygone day,

The flakes of questions and answers,

The murmur of my wandering brain.

Dreams make me free and bold

They impose no limits, bans or fetters

Delaying my return to the common world

Until the dawn first seconds.