journey into back woods and dream time |
Dreaming Solace In the back woods of the sleepy bed where silk sheeted solace waits unborn downed pillows dream uncovered, bemoan their paired duality and doubled monotone there is a trace of place some say was lent In the back woods of the sleepy dream where lent enters unbidden, waits unborn downed pillows dozily dream uncovered loan in paired duality and doubled rhythmic monotone there etches sketch the images of magic musing For succor finds provision in this wooded place the resting sustenance pressing coming day dozily places trace themselves some say to expose the wonder in the power sought of time beyond the day and years and cloth Woven treasure, silk spun lengths of lightness over weathered wooden sleepers under stress letting go, traced place erased, making space feathers falling energized and weightless going now alone, no wind needed for this chase Through velvet dreaming smoothing out entanglements of thought once caught snagged and lost in spite of what was sought until weariness won relief in down drenched dreams restoring in and through the core As snores ascend the ache of place and trace a new beat multiplier harmonizes time and rhythm, unifying and uncovering what has grown no longer loaned but owned inside the chromosome building quilted comforters, two selves now known |