The chimney sweep sits on the rooftop
of the city moonless night.
Stars by the millions gaze
like magnificent gatherings in the universe,
through luminescent eyes,
with infinite shades of white,
in full display, just for him.
The sweep is done for the night.
The job thoroughly completed,
having uncluttered and unplugged,
the chimneys and spirits,
of the city dwellers.
Now he waits for the spectacle to begin.
Then, as the large metropolis falls asleep
with the gateways and launching pads prepared,
free of any debris or impediments,
the city and its people are ready to start dreaming.
So it begins.
First a few,
then an avalanche of people’s dreams,
out of countless chimneys into the night sky.
They are like projectiles flying
straight into the firmament of the universe,
taking away dreamer’s dreams,
far into the limitless space,
toward the watchful eyes
of millions of stars,
waiting for them.