They Speak To Me Only When i Sleep....

One of my lucid dreams:-)

 

 

Flying across centuries.
Flying as thought speed
Moves infinite as light.
Flying as winged sage
Moves across the sky.

Burnt with orange -smoke tailed
Midnight sky.
Burnt with demon headed tricksters
Born tonight.

She fades into ships slide.
White -shirted kitchens swimming
Running, up stairs.

They meet at lunch,
The dead
They meet.
I have met them a thousand lunches
In one second.
We meet, and
I know,
I know, I move
Like wingspan moves
They fade from me.

His beauty on a bench.
The follicles of his face
He turns and loves,
Mouthing,
'There will be time.'
As death fades,
Moves as smoke through my mind.

Flying over four towers.
I wake, sweating.