Month: August 2017
My road of rooms
I have slept in many rooms In near lands and far lands And have had many dreams. In these rooms woven jaguars prowl And wooden horses glow. Painted Virgins bless with tin eyes. From beds of straw to beds of down From hammocks hung above the sands Visions have rolled across my brow. Sometimes alone,…
Sleep on then dreamers Sailing on the waves of breath And drinking deep the perfume Of invisible trumpets The soft horns of flowers The pearly shallows of conch The velvet realm of peaches Sleep on And through half parted lips Roll kisses And on closed lids powdered stars Glitter and crumble Upon soft cheeks…
So I am being dragged and clicked, and have finally arrived…look out!