I had a dream: little girls and little boys in little masks on electronic playgrounds playing doctors and marriage workers and holiday virtual games they call this virtual reality Reality and anything else is insane one little girl and little boy off to the side in their own world drawing giant pictures on giant screens their laughter was like magic and their breathing like phantoms written encoded on the foreheads of their peers masks revealed faces of wide-eyed spectators blind-folded and dressed in golden chains   the King and the Queen stood at the top of the hill looking out across the kingdoms they killed no one stood at the bottom in defiance for no one can see that far to the top of the hill behind them burned the castle they took years to build before them opened the doorway to Time’s column despite all the names and laughter they were strong encrypted and encoded in the language of the dreamers   © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED   [back to Poems] [Sensual Poetry]