I feel like a drip

Course toes tickled the silked fringes

Willow brushes tasted the night

Watching it blow. Willow leafs' tips caressed nights glow
Swaying to the trumpet's  highest notes

Swamp like creatures lure in my shadow. Creeping on the moon's glow.

I feel like a breeze

Wheat meadows captured my essence in two breathes and one fervor

My growth hidden in midnight's blow.
Dampening the wrists to swim - breathe it's  green

I'm not every spirit, free - risking to capture a misted, darkening dream