Tag: the dreaming

  • forgotten

    phantom me
    slipping the edge
    promises knotted in lace
    waiting to be undone

    i was that woman
    once

    but you have forgotten

  • dirges

    a dreaming of you
    and shadowfell in
    the forgetting at wake
    they sang love dirges 
    in the fading away
    slipping umbral
    of fingers slight

    the better suture 
    my lips tight

  • coil lies barren

    shuffling off & cutting ties
    gone to drift on pale winds
    clutching at fragments only
    to toss useless scraps away

    4 u c —
    i realize this coil lies barren &
    there is only death & dream
    this debt is beyond counting
    and all that is left is
    to serve out my time

    i slip
    an ophelia amongst the reeds
    waiting for a mercy kiss
    to set me free

  • fantasy tale

    Photo by Paul Bill on Unsplash
    though she was no virgin
    and he no unicorn,
    he rested his head in her lap
    and visioned their journey
    riding across still waters in
    the shimmer of dream
  • night skin you, day skin you

    night skin you, day skin you

    a dream of
    night skin you & day skin you
    crawling from the barrows
    to give to hold, drinking you in
    before the everblind

    leave me to slumber at
    the foot of your altar
    with peekaboo sunshine
    warming the empty of eye
    let this mantic fade from view

    a nightmare of
    night skin you & day skin you
    crawling from make-dust
    from the depths of our youth

  • 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