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some mornings you forget to wake up
and spend the day
mistaking cobwebs for aeroplanes
or space shuttles - or other weightless things
like itches
translucent plants
float on breezes (I can’t remember their names)
creaky rocking chairs
rise in bird-like choruses
you never quite noticed
before this day
flight is all around you -
orbits intersecting, tropical lines
lifting themselves from dusty globes –
setting a stance to lasso whole continents
you remember you named yourself
in utero,
and inside - the tiny gap
of infinity
between your skull and your pen. Across the river,
alongside the high school lovers
and hopscotch kids,
random vertebrae sit in school uniforms
future poets in their melancholy patterns
- the mist from park fountains
marks them eternally present.
You remember a letter you wrote yourself whilst waking,
Your dreaming. Don’t wake up – create.
In the cool light of morning
chestnuts of memories
that scattered your field
can be picked up,
roasted, tasted
– or left alone for another whimsy,
left a warm shell – for another dreaming soul in flight.
and spend the day
mistaking cobwebs for aeroplanes
or space shuttles - or other weightless things
like itches
translucent plants
float on breezes (I can’t remember their names)
creaky rocking chairs
rise in bird-like choruses
you never quite noticed
before this day
flight is all around you -
orbits intersecting, tropical lines
lifting themselves from dusty globes –
setting a stance to lasso whole continents
you remember you named yourself
in utero,
and inside - the tiny gap
of infinity
between your skull and your pen. Across the river,
alongside the high school lovers
and hopscotch kids,
random vertebrae sit in school uniforms
future poets in their melancholy patterns
- the mist from park fountains
marks them eternally present.
You remember a letter you wrote yourself whilst waking,
Your dreaming. Don’t wake up – create.
In the cool light of morning
chestnuts of memories
that scattered your field
can be picked up,
roasted, tasted
– or left alone for another whimsy,
left a warm shell – for another dreaming soul in flight.
Literature
lightkeeping
As you pick up the lantern in front of you, you find it filled with a busy, buzzing flurry of lights. Somebody stuffed fireflies into this one - not the proper thing at all. You unfasten the latch, open the door; the little bugs stream out gratefully. They bathe the wayside in a faint glow for a moment, then vanish in the pitch-black of the Long Night one by one.
You settle down cross-legged and gently put the empty lantern onto your lap to dream up a star.
Literature
Entwined
In dew-bright dawn the green sap runs
From ageless roots the cycles draw
The summer bloom from winter’s thaw
Our youth has seen uncounted suns
The moonlight wanes; the known stars fall
Yet still we live and love anew
We rise in joy like summer dew
Return Beyond at autumn’s call
And so we dance the early light
Eternal hearts in time entwined
The turning cycle spinning, blind
Embracing us in secret night
Literature
A Gift
I keep thinking about burying myself in your embrace, my face in your hair. And while I regret the fact that we both seem to be too much of damaged, quietly broken cowards to even talk about that night when we so naturally, seamlessly, gravitated towards each other, seeking warmth and comfort underneath the covers - using our sleep-pliant bodies to protect each other from the night - I am glad that it happened at all. Because to know that it is not a thing of fiction to actually feel like that in someone's arms… I am afraid you will never know how much of a gift it was that you unwittingly gave me. Still, I would give near anything for
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Wow.
you are so talented.
I enjoyed this dream-journey, so vivid and surreal
you are so talented.
I enjoyed this dream-journey, so vivid and surreal