her dreams

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

unable to look

with eyes closed

unseen is a gleam in the corner of 
her eyes

one on the corporal

and one on the spiritual

 

 it is a weakness to feel
having something to do with living and dying

even if that something be in the infinite

of waiting

 

like the ying and yang adorn

for each emotion
above

the passing light espies
and climbs the slight

 

to twilights place

rhythmic in transition

with silken grace

 

light to darkness
together pleading

the next to fade

 

as the full moon rises

pale light scatters on your soul

passions substance
it suspends all experience

sweeping in the wake


like a God gazed across

and grasped

those ghostly beams


yield to each and reach over softly

upon the sight

that the night unlocked

the pace

is delicate

and somewhere
she will sleep...

 

 bare and prepared

willing...oh so willing... she will finally share

 

her dreams

 

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EmiLaBella's picture

Absolutely beautiful

I love this and feel the spiritual connection to it. 


"Will you be the clay that everyone molds into what they feel you should be, or will you chose to be the potter of your own wheel?" ~me at growth

9inety's picture

thank you

it is my avocation to connect to my audience

peace

Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot