Sun sprays yellow,
Through far window,
Startled wake eyelids flutter,
Thoughts flow in, butter,
And you return to travel,
From dreams yet unraveled.

Peeling your form from whitest sheet,
A look never forlorn,
Even so never for long,
Rarely you do skip a beat.

Thoughts wrapped spindling sure,
Tinder struck sparked flint,
A fire caught and stirred,
These actions become a blur.

Running ahead,
Never in coy refrain,
Head held up high dearest,
Nightmare’s bane.

Had you stood a moment,
Without this ambition to foment,
The dew would have you,
As an admirer address you,
Dangling beads of sparking glass,
Of beauty barest wet.

In those quiet moments,
Empty thoughts in rhythm’s breast,
As waves break ashore,
As day unfolds,

Flowering blue blossom,
The sands below gentle shifting,
Breathing heavy heaving bosom,
Waterlogged wood floating.

Gather come… gather by…
Do they of yours as mine do you,
Find me in their drifting…

Cover art by Ava Sol on Unsplash.