Separate dreams

Wake up and find me
among the footprints in the mud
in the circus troupe abroad
in the midnight hour at home

find me in the taste
of your favorite morning coffee
in your weekend whiskey army
by the sheets of your despair

in the front row of your play
in the last row far from stage
among freaks, misfits, untamed

in the church under the cross
in another world from yours
painting walls and making coffee.