Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

My Blue Dream

On the breath of angels
who whisper secrets of your might
I rise through the dark night's fog
to this place where I dance
til the sun lights my face

You are so different here
maybe this is where you belong

Morning did not wake me
today... I remain
lingering in the solid fog
as if this dream is
my awakening

Kiss me goodbye
Maybe I will see you
another time
when I come flying by, lifted
on the breath of angels

...whisper your secrets to me



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