Train horn deeply awakes this evening,
this mind theaters like a picture book,
inside pictures roll slowly reeling, turn like a toy kaleidoscope.
Bare tones root tendrils deep, while an evening is
rising to the audience of stars.
There is a creamy smoothness around.
along side my moon shadow stirs,
silently and kindred is love, this dark aroma of night.
I saw pictures curve from a bend of a page,
inside frozen for a second and captured forever,
there the jaguar caught pacing inside a cage.
Three pelicans remembered by the shore
waiting for a California rain.
It is this moonlight stillness waxing shadow,
Opening a pouch, seeing contents spill from fingertips, to earth thankful that each flake glistens,
We are touched by the light of the moon.
A breath of smoke drifts always upward,
like the mirror of a rock wiggling through the shallow water finding bottom.
Somewhere between a surface reflecting.
And now a memory of the train horn
stretching like this milky moonlight,
under a dome of stars.
Stillness becomes a dream rendered,
twined soft the silk cocoon of memories.
evocative pulse lingers lucid pulsing within a dream,
peeling the crisp outside apart, inside warmness wet, emerging silkily from the chrysalis of sleep.
here this crespucular soul learned to last,
tides ebb then spill upon starry shore,
fore sunlight becomes nights breath,
Diurnal arch reaching the stars.
” Fireflies don’t know they exist till after the night sparkles. ” her thought rendered mine. With a whiling gaze, she took to the horizon dreamed.
As the dawn peeled nocturnal the skin of dreams,
kindness felt before love adorned the scent of whispers,
feline names graced this life,
cats gazing with moon,
dreaming of a saucer of cream.
Panthers took me deeper,
into the tide of a swirling night,
It took forever becoming the catch,
a static ebb tide,
Suspended in the between,
A being rippling into the ocean of dream.
Scry again another,
night fills a sky starry, this gaze of kindred constellations beckoning under a sky that dreams earth.
the firefly pulling close tasting my breath,
gaze into the shore pooling with stars,
this capsule of night is swallowed whole.
Entering as a Jaguar quenching,
Lucid dream, which fireflies dreamed,
they exist like Jaguars beneath a canopy of stars.
It was in the sky, always above. Seems so that the beauty moves across the sky so far away. Even some times my eyes don’t see the galactic fireflies we on earth call comets. Then when one shows up there and is predicted, it pulls on the memories of another far away place. A time when no one living today was there. so we have images written about. Images etched on new tapestries which today someone figured out the squiggly object on the wall rug is a comet. The behind the Great Wall, Chinese Seers collided a parchment or glazed a vase of jade.
It was in the skies last night , way far away like human understanding, a kindred love of sharing and someone far away awoke on a hill top or in a cubicle in a skyscraper remembering this dream.
Still amidst birds singing under an overcast scalloped cover . Indulge a passion to rest my body upon this soft earth – till the bothers from a human nest I dared let be built inside my mind fade . To rest and sink into an emerald softness beside my breath – while minds eye rolls into the colourfull darkness inky dream . Sensing earth moving a midst above – penetrating blue sky slowly pulling apart by winds -sending a warm chill lifting away. Away into another reality inside spraying in an exhale a colour of breath through your hand printing upon a cave or the first fire seen when flames took on the shapes of earthly anima. I shall wait in the rhythm of a breeze – pulling each thought – like a bird holding a twig between reality . Then fly away once more with each thought and place…