Mystical Love Poetry: Rumi Would Have Laughed

Wild Dreams
I used to have a regular soul
Lived my tidy life
Crisp white sheets
Lovely dreams predictable

Sidewalks flat with measured cracks
Highway lines well centered
Parties with the in-crowd
Full of sparkling white smiles

Why now?
My dreams take a wild turn
Dump me from my bed
Sprawled upon the floor
I sleep with no rest

I dream of raging rivers
Ice floes creaking and groaning
Pile-ups high and bright
Train wheels clacking

Wake to find my bed sheets
Torn and messed
In the mirror
Some wild adventurer stares at me

Must be the winter broke
Spring thaw caught me
Tossed into the mud
Crazy eyed my pulse pounding

Excerpt from Rumi Would Have Laughed

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