Dream

Of whom does an infant dream?
tucked within, suspended warm
the muffled soundtrack of life
Mothers heart beat and her own
a world whose foreshadowing was heard
before ears were fully formed

Of what does an infant dream?
Of faces unknown
Of flavors untasted
Of colors unseen
Of places untraveled
Of love?

And how does he form his dream?
this child of merely days
thoughts without language
memories conjured in the dark
with eyes sealed shut
sensations buffered in a fluid haze