The see saw events upon a cresentic sign.

The eye in the sky
looks down on the moors
on moon’s reflection,
the backdrop Cumulus cries.
While the sun tries
opening Sirius skies,
along the linear trail
of strata thoughts;
howling in the wind
the high altitudes of mind
sighs...
the train of consciousness
pulls into the station,
the dream disembarks.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some of my dreams stayed at the station...but some definitely took that train and left, unfortunately they didn't take the baggage.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your words J and Merry Xmas.