I woke to the quiet night,
grabbed my pillow and
shuffled the dreams inside.
Look back while the morning comes,
Find your face on the mirrors edge,
Ride the moonlight rays,
It rains while you hide in shade.
What’s that, that stays the same?
What’s in playing with your crown?
I’m staring through glass,
So wear the grey before you fade away.
Not fully awake,
I dreamt I was flying,
I closed my eyes
And again I was.
Like drawn breath and a weight on ones soul
the pause is heavy and cannot be held.
In the silence I wait, carrying the hot coal
till into life’s swell I meld.
Among others on the stroll,
with nomad hearts so easily quelled,
the toll that will soon cajole
and into the great sleepy waters weld.
In trance none will wish or extol;
so pleasant what once dwelled
in the dreams that stole
the pause of a soul held.
Sprung darkness marks light,
when so swift dawns night,
feet echo past light and sight.
The bright might of feline eyes,
out of sight under human skies,
scrutinize under shadowed guise.