All we want to do is sleep...
inside me is a city
an entire world
congested with clouds
and one way traffic.


I passed the range of midnight,
soft and slowly it became a footfall into the back of his clothing.  

My words become shrill,
like helium escaping the most half dead balloon.
We are close enough to see them,
the days, years..
paths controlling this blissful evolution,
forever evolving.

Here rested on a beam,
a ball of light,
wrapped in string,
floating..10 secs of forever. evolving.

We can't always escape the thickened edges.
Leaves of ivy, moss and eyes of violet.  
The reflection you laid inside my hands,
*****, worn, out. T-shirt.

Washed with the most potent sound of trees,
still stained by the blood of winters bloom.  
Pulling closer each minute threads the needles eye
and the hour unwinds itself...again.  We are timeless.