colorless blue ideas sleep furiously

i was flying a jet
through the night of black
knowing i dreamed and yet --
waking i held back
a great storm
and an airliner pressing me into my seat
empty
lightning thrown around
and the cliffs of the base receding behind
and all of it i knew, in my mind

i reached out
to create a person next to me
some companion for the long ride
but she did not appear
it was strange for though the seats
were empty
recalling perhaps the ride i took
  across the atlantic
    with my ex wife
      experience first love
        in the city of love
it was strange -- the emptiness reflected no pain
no ceaseless anxiety
  of knowing no one is around
    as i feel when i am awake
      shunning conversation
        knowing people

it's wonderful to watch the storm
can you hear the wind howling?
i exist
i am
i feel
the thick and heavy emotions
blanket of childhood
  the moment exists only
    i'm safe --
      doesn't matter why

pure comfort
somehow

what is the color of dreams?
color, well, they don't play that part
but i could hear the engine of an airliner
  beating the measure of some heart

 - "colorless blue ideas sleep furiously," connelly barnes 2008-10-11