For no more or less than meI am the sea change Here to remind thoseUnaffected by my will’s anchor To dance freelyWith the ageless breezeTo the Music of long forgotten melodies.Harmoniously Connecting each beatOutside of your heart stands A circle connected yetStepping in and apartWe dance without rancorIn every color every flavorThe scent of bodies
Tag: dream poetry
I wait for her to enter sleep, the door left open to my world. I hear her cries and let wind blow her tears from her dreams into a sudden sun shower. Hope beckons her near me. I’m no longer in her room, her mentor. The light burned too brightly and my time came to
You now hear my broken chords
Faintly in the the distance unmoored
Loosed and free until run aground
Upon a salty moore. Safely cleaned
I glean on the white million grain shore
And here I lay against my will
Here grounded evermore.
Yet I’ll still wake in the morning.
Habitually when my hands
Parting the sheets aways, sailed
Long gone I still reach after you.
I’m the water, the dew
Maturing into a pinguid mist
As the hands strike up the
Song we clap at noon.
The hour’s imminent.
Time to ride a wicked dream on
A silk weaved carpet twisted
With last night’s ghostly breath.