Tuesday, December 14, 2004
mountains sleep under blankets of fog
balcony, on the side of a short cliff
arrests the rain in it's perennial tumble
birds wake and explain they haven't had enough to eat
the bare trees afford a view of snow-capped mountains.
I throw off the night's comfort,
mouth dry from sleeping in dry heat,
stumble in the dark
rehydrate
remember a dream long enough to smile
and seek blankets again.
dreams elude me dark coffee sends for me
the smile of a young brown-eyed man
recognizing the vestiges of a dream
on my sleeve
startles me out of reverie into
a type laden jungle of stories of national desires
conquests and concrete instructions to maintain it all.
traffic evades me the dream now gone
I stumble about all day
knowing that sleep will drag me down
once more into her warm embrace.
mountains sleep under blankets of fog.
arrests the rain in it's perennial tumble
birds wake and explain they haven't had enough to eat
the bare trees afford a view of snow-capped mountains.
I throw off the night's comfort,
mouth dry from sleeping in dry heat,
stumble in the dark
rehydrate
remember a dream long enough to smile
and seek blankets again.
dreams elude me dark coffee sends for me
the smile of a young brown-eyed man
recognizing the vestiges of a dream
on my sleeve
startles me out of reverie into
a type laden jungle of stories of national desires
conquests and concrete instructions to maintain it all.
traffic evades me the dream now gone
I stumble about all day
knowing that sleep will drag me down
once more into her warm embrace.
mountains sleep under blankets of fog.
