These azure thoughts ascend to partner with the skies and in these heavens highs my daydreams know no end with your dreams they will wend to live behind your eyes where they by and by into our wakings blend.
what once were dreams are real enlivened in company imagined lovers’ reels in paired society such fragrant dreams breath true the scent of me and you
He was haunted nightly by the chocolate covered death masks of comic strip gunslingers and yellow page pirates, though in the daylight he thought fondly on and off of the adventures they shared, but that was many ephemeral moons ago when he was a child and they were alive in newsprint imaginings, now their picture book ghosts and a thousand denouements forgot give only pause to restful sleep.
I dwell upon blind Cupid’s darts and wonder if they find the hearts to which they’re fully aimed in innocence and should they not their bounty make does Cupid mark well his mistake and guide his next shot with more measured hesitance
does my shadow dream as I while dark slips over day? and do those nightly phantoms above mine own hold sway for surely wraiths spawned not by sun are blacker for their birth and without the light’s nativity hold not my true dream’s worth
Peeling off layers one by one to reveal a journey through time the stories of smiles and tears each pattern every texture exposes the history of the years gone by some painted over to hide a secret untold, scribbled crayon faces a handprint almost neolithic exposed the shadow of perhaps a former wall lamp or sconce a Rosetta stone for what once was before the final stubborn stuck fast strip of anaglypta lays like the broken seal of a pharaohs tomb next to the skirting board.