Musings

Verdant clouds
of black-currant darkness
may you float at a loose end
of the infinite vastness of dreams.


Suffuse inside with the fragrance of
embosomed flowers
And sail me to the shores of
vanishing sundown and fading stars.

And when sleep kissed eyes
drift to delusional shores
Take my dormant dawns
away to green grass winds.

As I cradle quietly among
rain sprinkled tendrils of the dusk
secretly flood my eyes in your chime.

And when I have lost my last bit
of sand-speck speech, unfurl
your fingers to the call of my gypsy river.