Sleeping In

Floating somewhere between
structure
and desire,
the edge where
my heart
meets
two feet on the floor
Lured back to the dream
Time & time again
With heavy lids
I explore these
liminal zones
knowledge revealing itself in
cryptic code
In the waking world
seconds tick by
guided by the laws of physics
there is a
yes and
no
a should and
shouldn't.
In dream land
I'm a rogue outlaw
creating my own agreements
with
G
r
a
v
i
t
y
.

Dreams Sting So Sweet

Dreaming in the womb.

Tiny inspiration.

(photos by Francyne Kunkel www.justaddlight.com)

and these dreams

they fly through my body

with the force of the heavens

fill my veins,

beat in my chest

dance spirals up and down my vertebrae

tickle at the back of my throat

until i cry out

from that dark place in my belly

that stirs and churns

aches and moans

burning with the fever of life.

and these dreams they sway and slide

thickly through the canopy of my mind

where all is possible

everything i imagine grows wings

takes flight

painting loud colors across

night's dark sky.

and these dreams

i feel them vibrate within

filling my lungs with air

my eyes with tears,

tears that won't be told no

tears that sing of a life lived

tears that sting so sweet

as they fall deeply

under the spell of spring,

smell of spring

always unexpected

ever welcome.

how beautiful it is to be alive,

how beautiful it is to dream.

Out of the Dream, Out of the Night

Dive into the dream

Are you awake?

the edge of the dream

Slinking out of submission
sliding back in
beneath morning heavy fog
clumsily clasping hands with control
releasing into darkness
the exact moment between
awake
and asleep.
Scooping up visionary particles
glass shattering on urban street corner
songs in another tongue
laughter blends into the distant past.
Pieces of the day blurred by
pieces of the night blurred by
peace of my soul,
blurred.
Would you recognize me
in another's clothing?
Taken shape in different form?
What is done,
is undone.
Spinning out of a loop,
effortlessly folding into the dream -
its not mine,
only something I become a part of.
Sweet, joyful insanity
of a caged heart tasting freedom,
as the quiet rage
and numbness
become one.
Unraveling a single thread,
virgin eyes
steal soul glimpses
mistake planes for stars
praise Venus.
Call your own bluff,
make it real.
Forgiving the deceiver
I forgive myself -
we are,
after all,
the same.
For the first time
I feel the honest pulse
of life blood
flowing through me.
I am truth's lost gaze
enchanted by elegant mirrors
reflecting the endless beauty
of Self.
I am the tears of the earth
weeping upon the discovery
of true love.
Walking the lines between spaces,
burning down boundaries
with the flame of new life,
ripe
luscious
inspiration
of a soul on fire,
out of the dream,
out of the night.