Cry of the Stars

If you dream with open eyes,
reality begins to change:
at first, it's beautiful,
new colors glossing over the world--
but beware! Dreams can last too long,
and time escapes from your hands.

[A/N: This is my first attempt at a sijo.]

delirious dream          of diamond blood and
tiny still wind in a thousand sky whisper s
           and sea lather heave ing death.

I want to find that world
where ghosts stare back from windows
when trees are dark outside:
Who is that girl?
What is her name?
Is it the same
as mine?

This language textbook tells me:
sounds, reaching vocal cords
vibrate through them,
or not.
A whisper's sound, they say,
is voiceless.

I wonder how that can be true,
'cause when you whisper I love you
in quiet halls and corridors,
I always know the voice is yours.

Thoughts,
though easily contained,
are not confined
Provoked by action,
there is power to change
there is power to affect.