Thursday, 27 March 2008

Their dreams


As I drift down

light shines on the surface above
sea weed
floats in cold water
a current runs under my feet

My fingers pale in the netherlight
I arch my back as I remember
something lives here
if I wait long enough I’ll see

Long gone are the gleaming days
red wine and piano scales
here in silence
all I hear are the mermaids’
whispered dreams

I am a green leaf in salt water
at last I found a place

A shoal of eels
I run darkness through my fingers
through the cold

Far above
a field of blossoming suns grows
the moon sends its cows to graze

I rest in time
like a barracuda waiting
unbothered eyes fixed
on the next moment
or until something snaps me away.

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