Your eyes in this moonlight
Keep reminding me of home.
Warm nights and a younger I
Filled with dreams
Absent far too long.
It’s hard to understand
How no one feels like you do,
No lucky card or future expressions.
Just diamond eyes and good luck charms,
Sweet smelling dew drops.
I still remember when we first met,
I’ll be going there tonight.
I remember how you came down
To lift my eyes like a sweet song
And you said: “No, no, don’t stay away long.”
I bend,
For your wave
Helps me
As I
Whisper dreams
Should you have rolled me into that pixie white gown?
I laughed with the mariners first touch of ground.
Fire is a gentle nature and this is my bed,
Candles sing songs lingering on into eve.
You are the nature and I am the dreamer,
I am the weaver and you are my story.
My delicate folding showed my illument back,
Stark in this darkness which I escaped into dreams.
Your seaman’s hoarseness upon my plumped, splayed curls,
Changing hands with a thousand dusting fairies.
You are the nature and I am the dreamer,
I am the weaver and you are my story.
And this morning dew and fog brings adieu,
Seaman cold thunderstorm, restless I blow the wind.
Boots go away knocking: your only whispers I can hear.
Untying knots and a lover’s foreign spices.
San Francisco was a dream,
And I was walking
Heading North.
Your curly wires,
Your sunset streets,
Your unlucky sins
And a beggar dreams.
My eyes
They screamed
Where whispers lagged
Drabbling dreams
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Every day that I see
Wandering away
Light stepping dreams
Through high grass
Shaded from
Strong shining sun
I lament
I long for more days
Where I, close to my
High stepping dreams
Flutter my eyes
Recollecting
For this is not a dream
A premonition
Thickly clouded
Encephalon
This is a walk
Through Autumn meadows
…and these beautiful tenses that flip then and now,
That close over my eyes and filter my dreams
Into little open-lid unmarked boxes
Arranged like a Braque exploration in cubism
These tenses float through thought, itching these dark corners
And flickering little sparks about.
Sensorial-wisps tingle my toes
And I close my fists a little tighter around patched memories
For brief moments then
As I stand alert, awake, and open
A vortex envelopes myself until that split second
Where I no longer have choice but instinct
…and I flip out, eyes fluttering
Glowing like a radiant being whose reached ecstasy
Who has just downloaded boundless formations
With Nag Champa floating and settling around
Copy of a modern whore
Lisping
Relaxing in the neon lights
Menthol pressed between her lips
And Sugar Ray singing her softly
Caressing you
Caressing me
Look, we can slither in
We can copy our hearts
Lost because of dreams
She looked like a lover I used to have
Who wouldn’t let me hold her tight
Though she’d lay naked on my bed
She looked like a lover I used to know
Who would sing a song to my keen heart
Then tell me not to listen to a word
She looked like a lover I used to love
Eyes so wide, figure so heavenly
But she told me not to smile again
She looked like a lover I used to believe
Words weaving dreams and harmony
Till she blew out her last plume of smoke
She looked like a lover I used to praise
Elegant and beauty deep and divine
Then she spoiled my words with one final goodbye
I feel a cry, deep beneath layers of cautious steps
One that reaches the far edges of this kingdom
From the cold North where land thaws and turns green
To the tropical South and it’s large brightly feathered birds
It’s challenging, this feeling within
It signals growth, time of change
Pushing my knowledge beyond what I feel
Into real struggles; present ordeals
I did not know this day was to come
This formidable passage of now into future
That grabs at my dreams and eats at my heart
I did not know that this time would come