Jack Scott writes

Dreaming Light

Had I the wisdom to be wise 
I would close my eyes 
and dream the rest of it, 
waking when the dream was right 
and fit the light. 
Not that wisdom is regret, 
but the weaving of a net 
to capture what escaped before. 
Memories recalled, 
dream saved to spend 
when dream is plan 
and dreamer, architect. 
When one dreams light 
there is no puttering 
with candlewax and wicks. 
One dreams light, 
is lit.
 
 Dreaming -- Jeremiah Morelli