I kissed her naked silhouette
as we lay in distant dreams
loving to a song unheard
beside almost forgotten streams
of our shared unconsciousness
meandering through banks of flowers
that did our two souls’ thoughts caress
throughout those scented sleeping hours
dream
Fragile
fragile was the dream
the breath of a butterfly
upon a dead rose
Falling
I fall
past windows,
icicles
waterfalls of sulphur
I fall
yet have no sense
of time
nor space
in relation
to my place
I fall
through glass
and pass
through mountains
of steel
as a ghost
I fall
endlessly
in all directions
it seems
I fall
through moments
and years, past and gone
yet knowing
the fears
I held
about falling
are not the rocks
that may well
be below
but are the white clouds
from which I fell.
A Note at Three
A dream once more of black horses
riderless and uncontrolled
dragging long the shattered batteries
of that which was my soul
The Magpie Dream
I was the magpie dreaming westward
translucent wings in bluest night
black eyes sharpened cutting darkness
to steal a heart held out of sight,
yet all dreams are wont to endings
as they spy their true desires
that they seek cannot be captured
‘fore the dawning’s waking fires,
and so the magpie dreaming westward
left my flesh to end his flight
and that bright treasure so entrancing
flew with him into bluest night.
Fugitives
on a midnight shore
fugitives from the daylight
naked in the velvet darkness
casting red campfire shadows
across waves of desire
swelling on the sands of dreams
each dreading the coming of the sun.
A dream of falling
In a dream
he climbed a tower
built from ancient seashells,
stained glass shards
and tide ravaged stones
with each tentative step
he reached further and further
into the golden uplands
of his own history
but the footing became loose,
treacherous and unsure,
his grip became tenuous
a slip became more
and falling backwards
he descended, screaming
toward his future.
A Dream of The Dancing Horse
the dancing horse dragged me away
black and poisoned tainted breath
riderless yet spurred by midnight’s
insecure nightmares of death
we travelled through the broken lands
where ne’er a single soul was saved
from the terror of our travels
which scattered earth upon cold graves
no respite brought the new lit morning
sunlight dimmed by eyes of fire
only armageddon’s dawning
red as blood from funeral pyres
and in my fevered new awakening
each dark image fixed in me
for in my soul I knew these shadows
held store some part of destiny.
Black Eyes
I remember only
but blackest eyes
pooling darkness
endless as infinity
deep field space
without stars
or suns
yet a force beyond eternity.
[unfinished]
oneiric
black laced reveries
dark dreamed passions framed in red
visions unrepressed