I saw you on a speck,
a particle of dust
that flitted; floated up
in the light beam of a pleasant dream.
The light beam spread thin,
a gossamer sheet that kept on
spreading until it wrapped around me
becoming an eternity of pastel beauty.
Then I heard the cadenced, lulling,
rhythm of your voice, putting me to sleep
and I dreamed of your likeness
in a flame that engulfed me pleasantly.
The warmth spread in deepening waves,
undulating soft reminiscent moments
that melt into a stream of longing
to touch, to feel what I no longer feel.
YOU ARE READING
Confusion in Underground Clouds
詩歌This is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
