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.
