Poem-A-Day: Day 492

Perchance to Dream

Perchance the wall of sound
crashing world upside-down,
and then I start to breathe 
for the first time suddenly.
As calm as sky full tears asunder, 
climb through the falling road.
Something will explode 
and the world with time tin box 
to strike it spark satisfied 
lights up soft wood,
and I see,
and moonshine scares flickering
mellow shadows through the air. 
Brush clouds static blush loud 
and share time and breathe 
As if suddenly calm as wonder.
The car falling up to my head
will explode with time,
and share the world.