Dream time

Dream time

The night passes slowly
into the morning of the day
soft body turns to meet the sun

Colors fade bleached by work and rain
worn by age and time
leave temped expressions
through seasons colors
that fly by like breath of angels dreams
clothed in drying of naked stillness
of pale white scorched earth
through empty crowds of madness
lonely solitude of worn out paths they tread
 
Soft lit eyes watered down
that of child or of doe
through defeats of their defiance
feel of hands against the moving air
captive to moments
tangled knots unwind through misty breaths
 
Seed blown in setting winds of
scattered grains
within the fields of filtered morning suns
 
Dimming shadows between the light of day
soft highlighted   contours cling to
outlined expressions of inner mind
 
Focused from within
that shed s the cloaks we bare
baptized by fire and brimstone
Amidst the circles of clover
of things we love
we find our inner peace
in stories from the earth