hexmedia

When setting sleep, and you fall deep, I trace your outline in the light shaded dim; headlights from the window outside cast solemn dancers on the night back and forth on speckled skin. You send breath into dreams you won't recall while I wish for elusive sleep to Fall, like the leaves turn in pale October. My spirit clings to memories of Summer, until December, when your sleep grows light with thoughts of flight, lifted by the lure of Spring… In due time, perhaps this dream you'll come to remember.

No one asked you to come into this world, you came on your own accord, riding on the tails of ancient words that mean something so different now. You are a fable I lock into my the shelves of my heart. You are how Raven got black, how Crane got it's neck, you are why bees hurry, ants scurry... ...you are my creation story. When the sky opened up You plucked the sun from its graces, put all things in their places... You are the reason for my children's brown faces. This time open your eyes and tell it again to those next generations. Who will be so far removed from the truth they'll have to open my heart for interpretation.

You came to me in my visions. A shelf of unreadable books A stranger's vacant looks. Green ivy as it clings to brick A smell that makes me sick. The phone I cannot dial, The inch that took a mile. You were the pistol that shot silent bullets, soft and slow. The cold that shakes me violent The river's gentle flow. Like a watermark, you claimed the background of my dreams. Until out you finally creep It is my eyes that weep When I opened them from sleep And found you dreaming, deep.