Friday, November 26, 2010

Somewhen Between

I'm somewhen between
the veil and the day
the color of singing,
the cool sound of blue ~

Somewhere I lean
against breath of the sky
and touch the horizon
that curls into you ~

Sometime I gather
the scent of my dreaming
and fold up the night
in pockets of sand ~

Then sweep up the notions
that rain from the darkness,
tumbling like fire
to the palm of my hand ~