sleeping spoon under star
blue moon, turquoise nights
running whitewater overhead
everything path stays on path
running shadowed forest
embraced of moment's arms
Tag: the dreaming
under star
Photo by Troy Olson on Unsplash daybreak sends
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com to quell all dreaming
long black snake riding
writhing at land's end
days i tire of thinking —
must be something more
just around the bend
pull over waysides
drinking travel mug brew
to stare at what daybreak
sendsdoor in the wood
Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash — and yes i recall
the hill with the tree and
the door and the key
but i don't think it
will turn for me
anymore
— so who will remember
when the rain starts to fall
of that door in the wood
to let the ghost
of me in?dreams only
dreamspacing
Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash kissing at distance
hands dreamlaced time
drawspacing the narrows
thin between eachwith line
mouth to breath shared
of lips gone surrender
no longer bound of care
silkslip and thigh
that flesh dreamt skin
pulling pastlives present
willing you intwilight eyes
Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash nail bitten fingers
ragged tip raw
all jaundice & spleen
her twilight eyes
flicker flick
a celluloid dream
in shadow & stars
come my lay, my love
she hums, a song
from her pastpassage
Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com to rest my cheek against thigh
fingers hair entwined
waiting for the glow of stars
to shine and fill me 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 dreamstill 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 knowdreaming house
Photo by Massimiliano Sarno on Unsplash what ghosts this dreaming house
sleepwalking our sleep?
trysting our sweat-damp sheets?
giving hallow our hearth in creep?
pale her flesh, her hair raven flow
barefoot slipping through
eyes open to ever unawake
passing of room to room
gazing out to lune and hedge
through windows stained of dust
would we to kiss her lips
in that dreaming house of rust
