Tag: the dreaming

  • letters

    having earned
    my place in oblivion
    i fold up my dreams
    with their creases
    and worn out folds
    faded blue lines and
    penciled words
    and send them
    to those swift waters
    running under
    a creaking old bridge

  • time to threads

    time to threads sever.

    pluck thin at beak to hand
    frayed twist of warp & wool
    sunder and scissor send needle
    razor cascade the skin through
    blister thorn blister torn
    lost teeth at crumble, too

    time to threads sever,
    slumber, forget there was ever
    a tune

  • wasting away

    Photo by Jan Huber on Unsplash
    oh, that doppelgänger you
    shroud of shadow & secret
    in the hollow hill below
    every wall a door leading
    to more walls and doors, but
    i have drunk your wine &
    i know that i cannot
    shake my fetters free
    all i ask is a kiss before dying
    before i waste away for
    the want of you

  • synaesthesia

    your winter taste
    in dreamkiss
    paints me in din
    let this shamble sing
    in threes without waking

    i never want to leave

  • larking

    another nordeast night
    chasing phantoms
    through busy streets
    hands in hand
    feet never touching ground
    as the crowds gather 'round
    for the samhain fires

    would the i could
    i would be larking
    there still