all drains empty waiting for
someone like you to fill me
fox screams at the moon
while owl waits in silence
ghost chill on my shoulder
as you drift through
feet never touching stone
Tag: betwixt and between
drain empty
Photo by Abishek on Unsplash drifting
Photo by Janke Laskowski on Unsplash needing not to need or
to be the object needed
a settle into sitting as
do stone, moss and tree
just a drift of fine snow
blowing feathers across
the long and open road
whispers polish asphalt
under a sun hung lowdicing
Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash under twilight longing
restless and wrench ache
ever just dreams slipping
lacuna & moon dipping
blood for the ash given for
palms crossed with silver
time to toss the dice,
wondering at if
they come up
twin death's head moth or
showers pouring over
with a sighed name
on the northern windat the fading
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com wisp whisper am
breath sigh on wind
crisp and have shatter
slender parchment thin
unseenly and obseenly
ghosting of wing
tok tears am pale
scene at the fading
screaming on howl
lack beginninglost for
i am lost and
i need to get
more lost to see
a way through
for the forest and
also the trees
on a long and
winding road
is where silence
beginslearning to talk
Photo by Ronin on Unsplash can we speak plain
cos i have forgotten
how to speak
and the words lost
all meaning in
the fog of dream
anyway
we needs must find
them again
we sought meaning
in rootsoil and mycelium
turned over understone
beseeched the sky
(i think you know why)
and whispered to crows
for their insight
and as for our meddle?
we still sit speechless
about all the things
under the oak tree
under the wings
come, kiss me
to spoken, my dear,
under a turquoise skyhill of dreams
Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash i rest my head at
the hill of dreams
waiting there for
the ghost of youin that slipshadow
Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash in that slipshadow
your hand on my hip is
my hand on your hip
cutting the twilight
of midnight under
a lazy summer moon
hanging low enough
to grasp if but
for only slender hours
before is slips behind
an ashen veil of dreaminside the inside
Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash i am inside her inside me
and you cannot cannot see
for the fog obscured of her
mists and dark moon we
both dance naked beneath
as i am her of inside me
this is not a broken
this is just how the we
under red the apple tree
to come with her as
she comes with mestill do not
Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash long that road & more
i still do not know
where it will lead
i have my doubts that
the path heads north
i still do not know
our hands become expressions
reflections of our thoughts
feathering fans before eyes
fingers return to masks
long that road & more
i still do not know
what we will find in end
i still do not know
