I cant help but ask Do you know where you areShe turns to me with a foreboding glare. Do you

There is a stillness between us a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangmans noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives there in thedarkness of the grave how it frightens me beyond all things.

Call me crazy but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Do we not each dream of dreams Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday since dreamsplay when time is askew Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home

Trying to remember old dreams. A voice. Who came in.And meanwhile the rain all day all eveningquiet steady sound. Before it grew too darkwatched the blue iris leaning under the rainthe flame of the poppies guttered and went out.A voice. Almost recalled. There have been timesthe gods entered. Entered a room a caveA long enclosure where I was the fourth wall of ittoo distant or too dark to see. The birds are silentno moths at the lit windows. Only a swaying rosebushpierces the tables reflection raindrops gazing from it.There have been hands laid on my shoulders.What has been said to mehow has my life repliedThe rain the rain...

I had a dream about you. It was raining and you were anorexic and shaped like an umbrella. We fell in love like a desert has a dry sense of humor. I laughed so hard I got dehydrated and sunburned.

My tears of joyhear the raindrops cryingas the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....From the poem Only For You By Munia Khan

Nature is where the reality happens.

Future is one of the wildest experiences that you will ever have.

I had a dream about you. You wanted to take a bath and I wanted to take a shower. It started raining so we went in the lake so we could both win. Then you got struck by lightning so I had to make love to someone else that night. I was very sad.