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Perhaps the doors to our dreams
space time rambling mind
hang on cosmic hinges
restless hinges aching hinges
in need of hemp ***** or fine wine
Unmoved by being in my dream
she walked barefoot over my breath
speaking languages
from a trillion universes
unknown to me
I heard her I called to her
I listened and her voice
spoke to me one word
slowly one word at a time
Her face near my memory
her kisses her body our whisperings
I held my hands out they disappeared
a lonely finger remained pointing
Perhaps the portals to our dreams
are hungry mouths stuck open
endlessly whimpering to be nurtured
I watched her laughing and crying
at the threshold of my tenderness crying
slippery tears severe tears unreal tears
tears like smoke rings tears like crystals
tears like rain the roses love
Gently she lifted a red rose
to my mouth
it lived in ecstasy
on my tongue
O Love love love
daylight is near
and dreams will fade
like one moist blossom after another
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From my third book: 'If You Have One Moment'
(Stillpoint Books, 2015)
©dah / Stillpoint Books 2015
all rights reserved
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
The world stood still,
our time we had to ****
lives dropped years
like hot wax on chandeliers
splattering our day to day
with matters of silver gray
of red, browns, greens and gold;
the sort of rainbow nobody ever told.
Not in fairytales nor magazines,
hot topics nor fresh cuisines
But in the eyes of trees
and suckle sweet honey bees
Day to day in the wood
where people wish they could
live out their troublesome ages--
freed from their pen and paper cages.
As if a god stopped each pedal drop
each bird's chirp and bunny hop
to be heard on trumpets high
in a day to day look at the glorious sky
a soft second when all is still
birds, babes, and a fawn, frozen at will
lifeless yet has utmost potential
delved in a growth exponential
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC