musing at night...
The night sky speaks
words of wisdom, foreign truths
That float in on breezes unseen,
Licking at the edge of shadows,
Fingers of black mysteries flying in.
Fog veils the moon
in a coat, husky, reflective
And heavenly seas part to
drums sounding the approach
of the dream-keeper.
Your spirit roams the stars,
Constellations alight,
Whispers of flame shuddering
and swaying with the energy,
Beacons blinding all the while.
Thoughts spring uncoiled
as we watch water flow,
Hear ripples cascade
through the cover of darkness
and immovable hours.
You tiptoed into my dream,
Translating sounds unheard,
Throwing back the light of dawn
And scattering with morning cloud,
My angel unaware.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-26 at 05:37
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Smoke and Mirrors
"If my dream was true, then everything we know, everything we think we know is a lie"- Neil GaimanThe night sky speaks
words of wisdom, foreign truths
That float in on breezes unseen,
Licking at the edge of shadows,
Fingers of black mysteries flying in.
Fog veils the moon
in a coat, husky, reflective
And heavenly seas part to
drums sounding the approach
of the dream-keeper.
Your spirit roams the stars,
Constellations alight,
Whispers of flame shuddering
and swaying with the energy,
Beacons blinding all the while.
Thoughts spring uncoiled
as we watch water flow,
Hear ripples cascade
through the cover of darkness
and immovable hours.
You tiptoed into my dream,
Translating sounds unheard,
Throwing back the light of dawn
And scattering with morning cloud,
My angel unaware.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 864 times
Written on 2006-07-26 at 05:37
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