I am standing before a large house

              concealed in the woods,

  covered by dense vines and rainbow mist

I’ve never set eyes on this residence before

   though I’ve dreamt of it over and over,

       assembling it from the inside out

                 rebuilding it step by step,

continuously laying down the groundwork

             stone by stone, plank by plank

                          from a blueprint

           designed in my dreams

            by an unknown hand

   in the deep coolness of the open attic,

        my breathe rises to the sunroof

                          I see the sky

     embellished with cumulus clouds,

              altering into varied shapes

                  and silken silhouettes

            superimposed by sunbeams

       they form dark yet alluring faces

      and all sorts of archetypal shapes

       conjured up by molecule bending

I always wonder whose house is this anyway?

                          I feel I belong here

                       yet, is it truly mine?

and I wonder who designated the dream blueprint

         given in an episode of conscious slumber

   I know somewhere there’s an unseen proprietor

                 I wonder where he really resides

  though I never seen him I know he’s out there

                 inside the horizon of my dream

                  perhaps this elusive landlord

                              I’ve been seeking

         is really the dreamlord of my being

         and this house I constantly build

                         is the structure

                    supporting my soul