Sleep filled dream falls upon dream
like rain: indistinguishable one
from another.

Light bubbles from the deep
a new morning; sun burns
the clouds away

warms my skin.

You call from work filled life
you angle for a piece of light
some notion to see you through.

I’m swan winged occupied
by stars bursting to be shed:
I’m moulting fiction.

I swim the waters of jade lake
to search dreams creeping into
me, their pale hands pull me

to the shade

but Sun has laid it’s golden head
& kissed the grass to crazy green
on this buttercup filled day

where love is born.