I slept
a deeper sleep
dreamed a silvered dream
of long soft couches
under blankets
where we giggle like children
And forget what we fear

Take my hand
while we walk this dreamscape
this nightscape
trading minutes for something
near extraordinary
more costly than time
an infinite moment
with no rhyme

sometimes,
the only solace
is knowing
that scar
that image
in your mind
has a twin
in them

I flew
on the wind of an uttered name
and fell to earth
gripping strands of hair
caught before I hit the ground
I floated
on a silver sea of years
that sings all the songs I know
making me forget the words
humming the tune
I dove
beneath a surface calm as glass
hiding burning currents
pulling me down to the sand
that made the surface crystal clear
I rested
on the bottom
holding your hand

laughing,
in deep and screeching tones
a table full of cards
hands passing at the speed of light
I smile
and absorb the visible moment
of a happy life
moments you should always take
being so many
but so quick to take flight

would you breathe
the flame sits upon your palm
would you breathe
inhaling fire
exhaling regret
falling to ash
hold your breath
then breathe with me

I don't want to tell sad stories
the world has enough
oddly soft focused, florescent beacons
as far as the eye can see
all the other stories
sharp edged brilliant
lost in the bright fog
of lost heart, lost love, lost life
so I try to grasp the harder thing
hold the smaller
harder moments
that don't make you bleed

all the angles
feeding the whirlwind
spinning the leaves at your feet
you walk thru very slowly
knowing you are the whirlwind
spinning a life
still incomplete

carved down to it's basic shape
the extraneous fell away
it became private art on public display
we stand frozen in the gallery
puzzling over all the designs
no longer able to see the frame

those you hold
that warm skin beneath your hand
is an easy anchor to hold
the fast heartbeat of now
and a sure smile
the light shines around that figure
onto you and only exists
because you see it
you smell the birth of a day
every breath chooses how to feel
they're your rocks
and they weigh what you let them