Tuesday, September 18, 2012

and for sweet dreams ...

and for sweet dreams
might I recommend
something in blue
to float you along
above the moon
afterall who needs
to breathe
the purest air
when a touch of gray
inspires the mind
and for sweet dreams
I invite you
to dance into green
where the light cast shades
from spring bud to hunter
it is within this spectrum
of juliped oxygen
the spirit learns to
exhale the beasts
and inhale the rhythm
and for sweet dreams
I coyly beckon
into the realm of white
a pair of downy swans
for graceful movement
we all know the purest forms
of well ordered madness
waltzes one down the rabbit hole
into the clouds
where the
muses pour
mutli-hued stardust
to propel the dreamers
who sing the seekers
into a lullabied state
...the poets call night