Ask me why

Dreamscapes 

And you asked me what it is I seek up in these mountains

I said I am become the landscape 

and in some pathetic fallacy,

the scent of midnight sun

The song of stars

The far flung of sky

Llys Don..

the endless soft falling

Of the leaves 

These things I am  and inner see and am no longer me

But a dream in

Frozen midnight time where

Moon in silent light shines 

Aghast into the high night.

Riding her white mare

Sliding down to kiss the cheek 

of rolling fhorizons

while far below in their homes soft snore people roll and doze and sink among puffed  cloud pillows blissfully unconscious 

I tip toe awake on the high bluff

hear the owls hunting,

her haunting night flower orange gaze.

 Far off

the orange town lights

Wink back

Flickering  neckless of 

the mountains Dreamscapes 

And you asked me what it is I seek up in these mountains

I said I am become the landscape and in some pathetic fallacy,

the scent of midnight sun

The song of stars

The far flung of sky

the endless soft falling

Of the leaves 

These things I am  and inner see and am no longer me

But a dream in

Frozen midnight time where

Moon in silent light shines 

Aghast into the high night.

Sliding down to kiss the cheek of rolling flesh horizons

while far below in their homes soft snore people roll and doze and sink among puffed  cloud pillows blissfully unconscious 

A distant dog barks

And I m aware

Tense

Sudden

In flight over the edge.

Climbing fast 

Into the night 

Before the dawn mist glides

And the slow bleaching watery light

Illumes the world and I awake again, facing it. bulk

And trace out dreaming houses and winding streets.

A distant dog barks

And I m aware

Tense

Sudden

In flight over the edge.

Climbing fast 

Into the night 

Before the dawn mist glides

And the slow bleaching watery light

Illumes the world and I search for the

Oak flower girl.