Saturday, July 23, 2011

Fly Away

I found myself sleeping. Quietly drifting off between this world and the next, I decided to travel. Looking down as I see myself lying quietly in my bed, I then begin to fly away. Through the ceiling into the clouds away from myself and to you. I should not be surprised as this is where my thoughts always seem to take me.
Enter I through your window to see you sitting unaware quietly dedicated to something a glow and intent in front of you which I cannot see. Odd to me that you are so alert and awake in this dark hour that I lay sleeping. I move around you in hopes you can sense I am watching, yet a ghost is all it appears I am to you now.
I reach out and touch your hair and a chill comes over you as such you shiver then turn to look at me, yet look right through me into the next room. I smell for you. That scent which I long to embrace I search for, but do not find.
Then comes the cold.... icy breath and a cold so deep that burns my soul, I feel the darkness coming. And, I know it's time for me to go. Float away again I watch as you get smaller until finally out of sight, I find myself again sound and oblivious. If I were not awake within myself I would think I were dreaming.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Distracted

Into the warm pool of clear crystal inspiration, I waded in shoulders deep in all my nakedness and dipped my head beneath the surface of liquid educated theoretic ramblings. Pausing for a moment to hear the muffled noises of scattered voices full of choices.
Smiling to myself full of the thought, of thoughts, of what they thought, they must have.
So I swim from the shallow to find my mind some deeper in the darkness of the depths only to be distracted with the unforeseen and unwelcomed kiss of the manfish that lingers below. He tempts me to come and dance that watery dance with his singing chant for his loneliness needs its ease to find this temporary companionship. Playfully he swims toward the light of his chambers and I do not follow. Suspended in the liquid shadows I seem to have forgotten my journey, I pause looking left and right for some sign that might remind me of my intended venture... yet alas it is gone afloat to the surface to join the vocal vibrations of pondering speech that echoes through the rippling wet covers above me... where I do not want to return.
Neither this way nor that way I turn to follow the beckoning melody of the enchanted one that sings for me to come and find the pleasure that he keeps for me in safe chambers with silent bars.