I dream of a wild and free life the way trees dream of wind & leaves unhook their stems to learn to fly. If I was a bird, I'd be a seagull, to taste seafoam & wing through spray, to lead ships through the damp teeth of sudden reefs. I'd dream of sunsets, how they flare like a candle going off, how they mix their colours so clear you think another oil spill has happened & somewhere some village is burning in the sky. In such villages, dreams will be made of coal tar pouring into soil, men hanging wires through the sky so birds can nest & their parlours will blink at the world from its brightly lit eyes. & Oh we must have eyes to dream for us to see through the dew the height of our lives, how much of heaven we have gathered to ourselves. 