you always said Dream,
like the night just crept up
magically for you whenever
you got one...Its not as easy
for me, as I am night itself
in a pair of tired & glazed
hazel, fragrant do I come and go
but not as silently...And in my
night's shoes do I come
striding long and sure through
loam and low-cast reels
Push my glasses up onto wild
jungles of blonde that refuse and
put my hands up to rub distress
Disturbing the hazel green-brown
pools
Nothing happened for a second
and then they rippled and ran,
these earthy wells of mine disrupted
and spilled onto my hands
Flecks of gold-tailed fish wore
pearly skins and didn't blink as
they tumbled all onto my lap,
Splashing as me in my night's shoes
and maybe louder, because in
your dreams I've been before...
A forest calms with summer's heat
and autumn's scents and hues, and
twigs are crackling, snapping in
energy kept outside where it would've
been until someone kicked it up
or a bird used it as a nest-joist
Supporting those babies that squawk
at the moving water...
Please and no, I prayed and semi-
begged, The waters that they stare
and swirl at with newborn sight,
Those are my eyes, darling eagles!
You have wings that blend like
acrylic holograms in silver-gilt
edges...but you can't drink of it
Be patient with the currents, the
puddles are running low low lower
If you keep watching me my tears get
less and the night moves me
Slower...Lashes try to grapple me
back...
After a short while
I composed myself and shut
them up with sleepless doors
Admiring more un-wistful shades
of earth that didn't cry out
From behind my eyes. |
Submission Name: Dream of Forest Eyes
