The desired shape of your dreams is different from the supposed shape of another persons dream. When shaping your own you may watch the process of another persons dreams but keep eyes away from the destination.

... and it was quite a sad thingthe way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it I did not want to blur it but how could I notwhen everything Ive ever known has slowly gone awayand I know by now that thats the way you let the new day in with new roads and views and chances to growbut it was quite a sad thing because I dont want this to ever become then or was and it was quite an unfamiliar thing. The way I took off my shoes again put down my bag and quietly went back to bed slowly between the sheets of moments I dont want to leaveand it was quite a beautiful thing the way you had no idea but still must have known because you did not even open your eyes but turned around and took my hand and you were still asleep breathing in and out like nothing could go wrong but still held my hand like you were glad I didnt leave. Thank you for stayingand it was quite a wonderful thing the way I smiled and so did you sound asleep and thats all I need to know for now. Thats all I want to know for now.

Watch your dreams and watch our friends. Take time and watch your friend again with sharpened eyes. Turn on your dreams again watch them again then watch your friends once more and know who to keep away and who to keep nearer

Her eyes were of different colors the left as brown as autumn the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old or thereabouts her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God it seemed had withheld that possibility as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touchedby genius by madness by the Devil or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever. p.33

My pillows are dreaming not me.With my eyes closed I only try to feel how they dream.

I just want your voice aimed at me again. I want to absorb the direction of your eyes

My mind has a time machine it can travel back to the past when I close my eyes and in my dreams it travels to the future.

My eyes were blurry from being in love and my feelings were as furry as Bigfoot. I thought I spotted Her the women of my dreams but the other cryptozoologists thought I was hallucinating. They chided me saying If there is no picture there is no proof.

I had a dream about you. No words were exchanged but we spoke with our eyes. My eyes said I love you while your eyes told me Im asleep. You always were more romantic than me.

Now she looks pale and small but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen only dreamed of.