Friday 17 August 2012

Today


Waking is a hard attempt to grace a dream,
free from hazy traveling
and, out from the blue-gray sky of morning,
Andrew shouts. (Far away like a lark)
- fibres of sound grab my ears,
swing my flickering eyes. He’s outside,
been for an adventure, saying hello,
holds his hands out to the world.
Good Morning!
                                    I’m tired
and tempted to stay underground,
ignore that green shout
and his trembling cry of intensity.

But I do decide to move up - in one choice moment -
and spread my arms away from dreaming.
He trumpets
a few notes :
dreamscape, magic waking.

1 comment:

  1. Awesome words and imagery there! Glad I found you on twitter!

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