An angel awakes
To open sleep’s journey
Sleep smiles not upon me

This night of seeking white light,
Where darkness creeps black cat-like
Into the shadowy corners of dreams
Awaiting, turbulently trammelling
Yet so sweetly unconscious
As if a blind man

Soundless thoughts, foot-padding
Yet felt, unlaced and loose —
I stumble to fall between
That which flows deep below,
Beyond twisting teasing thoughts
Out of reach, in whirlpools of feelings
That draw me down gasping and grasping
Past visions fleeting between moonbeams
And imaginings of devils that dance
With oh such soft angels
And distant things

Beyond reason’s high rocky edges,
Places and times that may have been,
Things that once were, viewed
Through a lens of diffused mist,
Blended upon wishes glimpsed,
Twitching nervous to avoid
The pained illusions that creep
From who I once was

This night’s congested traffic of thoughts
Floats along an hour-lined road,
Marked by quarried stones
Of distorted visions —
Those that draw me
Into destinations that stop
In dimensions yet to be understood

There, a reaching hand comes
From a lost, once known night
A soul unbodied, floating
Takes my hand to fly
Upon butterfly-winged time
Weightless and fearless we rise,
Evaporating like gentle rain returning

Such is the spirit of love’s journey
That circles a far flower stall
Within a city girdled
With peaceful sleeping souls
Unbridled, riding upon
Poetic convection, high into
The deep comfort that flows
Within this night’s
Shared dream

Hand held
Soul captured.

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