Old friends,

carried me away 

from my place of learning

to a place where my heart

no longer yearning

burned with levity

as I twirled elegantly

cheering and flying
in the realm of dreams



As I was safe from stress,

my mind melted

aside from prying eyes;
internal resurgence
peripherally projected
viewing sanguine symphonies
in third person

To wake

in teeming shrouds of dark

where light denied my cries
back home, alone



- I made my way, 

from heights to lowest lows, 

between, seeing 

the clock strike “1” not “1:00” -



I hovered down the stairs

floating on air

and found myself
sheltered in the deepest crevice
nuzzled against earthen aura

still ensconced in sable shrouds
but not alone



Cuddling with innocent love

I drifted off to sleep

to wake again

and find myself alive

in a place where reality applied

and wonder how and why

I could not see the tapestry of dreams

when I could fly