Muse

There exist jars of dreams that preserve
Life's unknowns and always have knowns.
When the lids are unscrewed and twisted
Off the confines of our minds,
Strawberry robins and blueberry
Jays dart speedily into a world
Of nymphs and silver linings,
And our lives then bear much fruit and seed.

Watch now, little dream bird, for the skies
You swim can drown even you!
They'll open up great and wide
And welcome your wings to move
Like the wind and flap like a blanket
Hushing a fire. A hypnotist's crystal,
You'll hit balls like Mantle and birth
Word as Shelley once did.

You'll realize there's more jam in your jar
Than can be seen through glass walls and shudder
In knowing it's been there all the while.