Sweetest Dreams

A faraway sound in my ear
Tunes me away, only to hear
Glass blown kisses mixing nights bitter,
Scraping sugar crystals across the sky.

Cinnamon swept night, to day,
Dries the crisp, yet shyest
Sigh through the shimmering veil.

The clouds float an empty foam-
Drip drops a rainy, rainy world
Upon a molasses moment, stalled.

Cloudy Thoughts

Forgotten colors, on most days
Stain here between the sun and moon,
The best place to fish, drink in
A misplaced dream, a finished night
To store away in a thinking pond.

Grazing fancies eat their fill
Of candy floss spread so thick.
Meant to catch the falling stars,
One and all too heavy
For the heavens to hold,
As impossible dreams nest away
At the rafters of our sky.

A Morning Away

My thoughts were lost to the open sea
As I set them on the sand.
New ones, I wove through a heart of rocks
Where the veins of the waves coax land.

Out, my words tumbled when the tide came in.
In, as I went to the lonely, barren shore.
How my mind came to me in tricking lace,
Hooked to the horizon, tied to the sea floor.

So much is lost in this unending land
Where the "where" becomes the "why".
Restraint is spilled, but easily a fool
When the land knows more than the eye.