dreams, they sit
peaking through open lids-eyes watching
sealed in a long pouch
an empty dream rests
black ink shines upon
its contents
unread and unearthed
silence compounds the
air between, kisses
never tasted, from
mouths never wasted
they walk past daily
fingers touching, eyes
purposefully avoiding
**** tear, it's there
she waits, collects dust
and creates for
an empty pouch
that keeps a dream

demanding
my time, yet an hour short
how?
i can't be plummeting these depths
swimming
viscous drive-by, shouting
empty

i throw my head back in laughter
daisy petals and rose thorns falling from it
she's powerful, they warn
and again, a mountain stream wanders by

i am none of these silly things you speak
my eyes ancient as the marble you eat upon
my tongue, a knife through your prize
a velvety spill of rich soil across my brow

long ago, before the sunrises and sunsets were captured
when the earth was young;
i was old.
lifetimes passed
and i grew restless, seeking new life-
a young woman upon my return
high cheekbones and piercing eyes
memories of the past, dreams really,
unreal happenings.
mornings marked by evangelical sunrises
nights of soulful exorcism-
and i breathed.
time rewound and i was a child;
my insides marked by colors and shapes
i emerged, this time in a magical fashion
lines disappearing, and in their place
bows and ribbons-
freedom-
rebirth.