When the window of the eyes gets tired in the monotony of everyday views...

The wild mind sleeps to wake in peacock dreams...

Of emerald foliage, mahogany woods, lavender fields and the mazarine sky...

To console the heart in promises of a future...

Full of rainbow colours!

I wish it was the same
the way we were
when life was smaller
and we flew above the trees

how we braided grass
between our fingers
watched castle kingdoms
float above us  
knew
without question
that we were resolutely
each other's

I want it back
that wild abandon
reckless being
tooth-gapped smiles
wrapped in light
drenched in freedom

before we knew
that sharp twist of time
how growth meant distance
how living
taught us to forget

so why don't we return
beloved
to a place where we had less
but we were made of so much more

full of
shining eyes
unkempt hair
dirtied feet
and the safety of knowing
we always had something
to return to

above the forest
among the skies
forever home
in our awakening

As soon as I opened my eyes
I was reminded you’re not really here.
My first thoughts today were of you,
and what you’d whisper in my ear.

So I guess I’ll lie awake in my bed
daydreaming you're holding me tightly,
wishing I could smell your sweet scent,
and feel your warmth inside me.

Incorporeal wooing
-- benighted brown study,
slow to bleed,
turning on its axis,
wintergreen leaf
in free fall,
when all alone
the butterfly escapes the killing jar,
to parlously play along
this dulcet bine,
strumming crura,
like Orlando to faire Rosalind
in the Valley of Hinnom,
"a hunger uncurbed by nature's calling,"
which prayerfully ascends,
asking for cotyledon to appear
by break of day/dream.