My soul has been ****** dry,
due to the rising body temperature,
This drove me to speak in tongues

I close my eyes and I drift deep into a bed of jelly
as my heart called out your name,
My body became lifeless
and we become one with our feelings.

"Dreams" he said, "I want you to write about your dreams"
I watched his expression full face, talk with his usual infectious vibrancy...
candle flickering, between belly laughs, raw unscripted stories, uncensored truth and the feeling of complete freedom to be human, his pouring over the brim life experiences..dripped from his fingertips as he spoke with his hands.
I'm Lucky. I thought. As I sat there, sinking into his words and gentle loving soul.
Just to simply know him, to hear of his adventures, heartbreaks, falls and climb to the top of life's list of goals and successes.
So I meditated on this writing assignment...for weeks.
I've written of Love, Loss, Heartache and Regrets.
But Dreams...I've yet to fall into ink drenching grains of paper and be completely free of the ever ticking time...to do just that... Dream.

For hours, I tried to sleep.
The rain drums down on the tin roof;
the demons are knocking.
I see their tears stream down the window;
a cleverly designed artifice to distract
from their true intent.
I ignore their subtle attacks, but they always
find a way back in.
I watch their shadows drift in through
the windows;
morphing from one shape into another,
hovering around me,
their whispered breaths cloud the air –
there is barely a space unfilled by their presence.
I can’t seem to chase them away, and I’m
wrapped up into their world.
Empty, cold and alone,
my reality remains stranger than any dream.

© Sia Jane

Determined
          to leave
she gathered
up her
things, keys
& a coat, a
quick note
    explaining
why she had
          to go,
but the 
finality of the
scene gave
       the bleak
view a
different hue,
         the sun
through
glass shone
brighter, the
               sky
appeared
several
        shades
lighter, the
once
      silent
      meadows
called out in
       unison
to be walked
           upon,
the
    flowers
whispered
   to her to
        hold on.

She
didn't cry
& yet
I was wet,
water
teased from
evaporated
steam
stirring in
deep wells
of stoic
eyes
dreaming
of a
sunrise,
just one day
she thinks
when she
will not wake
with the salt
of the sea
lapping
against
her lids.

In this morning glow
I bask
arch my back like
an Egyptian cat
stretch into the sun
casting off
the saltiness that has
almost drowned me
I step out of briny waters
and move towards the sweet
draw it up into cupped palms
and pour it all over me
Its coolness kisses
my skin
it runs
         down
               my body's curves
touching secret places
hitting private nerves
if the body is a temple
then mine has become
my shrine
and I treat it with reverence
for it houses
my piquant, flavored mind
It provides shelter
for the heart
almost bursting through
my chest
But I feel it calming down,
                                      now
after stormy weather wet
Now it is time
                 to submerge
into the clear flow of crystalline
to enjoy the pleasure
           of liquid love
in myriad hues of blue
                          and green
So here I come, fish
Make room below
let me through
the gentle whirlpool spin
I am diving into
the rapture
of the succulence
                  within

when the dream ends
and you awaken
to all the lies that were mistaken
for all the truths
that left you shaken
alone again
and no-one knows

when the light dims
on this special dream
all your hope like a silent scream
is torn from you
unheard unseen
while spirits fail to move

waves of silence
rule the night
drain the world
of lover's light
bitter souls dance of spite
stolen
are the hearts below