Spinning
I heard a whisper clear and kind
And thought maybe I had lost my mind;
Like a pendulum under a setting Sun,
Like nostalgia for castles I've never fought for as
An armored knight congratulated for valor.
I have prayed to piece together visions
Of forests I've glimpsed at
While dreaming awake;
Flashes of lightning when my eyes close.
In words, capturing apparitions;
Lingering echoes from dusty places within my soul.

Who is the god of dreams,
And when he weaves them Is he asleep?
Among distant harps, and violins ringing sharp
Off over the mountains to quiet
Isolated places
Where no-one stands to listen;
But existing  (non-founded and undisturbed)
Still, like blind eyes gazing pale, and opaque
At the stars....

I drink In crowded bars  recalling stark light through entrances
From towers on bays, on beaches
With ******* colored sand that glistens,
Like jewels.
Crystal waterfalls I'd laugh beneath by day...
Candles in dim chambers by night, and
Although Its just a whisper...
(A dream I encountered on
A bus In November,
And On Pavement sidewalks in May...)
I still hear it sometimes
Drifting far off and
Away.