Dreamscape Four If I shut slip blink wink this inner goldgreen eye into thenow, where certain ayes admit acceptance of curtained unknowns, mayhap that dram of dream will return where Kansas becomes a quilt piece again and torn are the memories of me along some rocky shoreline, where eye spy thenow of you as carnival mirrors cavort your physical from short to tall, and lights change your hair from blond to dark, where you are one, thenow and go your away as I ahh, walk awake with a one I know knew, loved lovely lonely we are together but upon which shore, where some seaside creature floats alive upside down, belly up as if to show its own inner aye to some fortunate table of feasts to which it will come, alive only to feed thenow into submission, as you and eye the stormy center of thenow, and it becomes important to discern where is there by scent, which sore shore might we walk, you and I, now, so we measure, us too, two, where the rocks surround us, wet with spray, but foam barely builds, air so mild, though if we were south, there’d be no rock, and if east, no warmth, while west would bring stronger surf, but all around us are beached boys, with only bored in their palms, and we are vacant of trees. The now thenow the/n/ow where the boys were men from yesterlife and all the eyes of the lands melded with salt and flying cows but somehow, someway you stayed the storm. And carnival mirrors swallowed thenow. ~*~ That's the dream...and how it begged to be displayed. Thoughts?
Marcia, thank you. I may have mentioned before that I belong to a poetry website. Try as hard as I could this morning, after awaking from this dream, it would not allow itself to be written any other way. I have had some good input from this site before. If you DO have any specific thoughts on the images you see, I would be glad to hear them. Again, thank you.