I wonder what hides in the line between dreams and our waking consciousness What treasures or poisons exist only to have us ponder Over what we ourselves sketch onto the safe canvas of our eyelids, Washing us in our own ocean of pleasure Before erasure Before that which we sculpted through the witching hour Is reduced to something so distant So cruelly … [Read more...] about Dreams
An almost unnoticeable masterpiece
My eyes are drawn like magnets To the cotton acini of the cherry blossom In another reality I would lie on that lemonade pink pillow And find the time to sift through what is unfolding before me The static canal, a wrinkled mirror Peacefully disrupted by a defibrillating breeze Tilting trees lapping at its surface To offset the stream of the frosty sun Daffodils … [Read more...] about An almost unnoticeable masterpiece