Dreaming

(about Dreaming about Love)

Sailing on a cloud,
walking through mist,
swimming in starlight.

Opening a hidden door,
slipping through a keyhole,
riding the midnight train.

Soup bubbles in moonlight,
a spider’s web of thoughts,
breaths borrowed from you.

The unconscious is a carnival,
a cinema in your mind’s eye,
a shadow chess game.

Whispers from the soul,
a bridge to the divine,
language spoken by angels.

A painter’s breath of color,
a poet’s symphony of thoughts,
a silence of the outspoken.

Like nocturnal flowers
opening into glorious colors—
a treasure map to your heart.

Your presence in my dream:
your invisible hand inking my future.

The smoke dissipating at awakening,
seeds sprouting in the fertile soil of sleep.

Stirring my thoughts
of you,
my Lady—

a ghost wrapped in gossamer silk,
an echo arriving before the clap.

A letter from your heart
to my heart before it’s written,
the garden of your mind
blossoming in mine.

Your lighthouse in my fog,
a guiding beacon bringing me home.

Your soft spirit cradles mine—
a secret garden
through a hidden door,
a flame
that lights my fire.

Oh, the exquisite ache
of not awakening,
another day
to dream of You

You are the moon’s lullaby,
the goddess glimpsed in fog,
the comet’s graceful dance,
the light of sculpture’s curve inspired,
tiptoeing to inspiration.

Like moonlight on water—
luminous but impossible to grasp—
my dreams orbit
your gravity.

I never want to wake;
I only want to dream
of You,
My Lady

Through my
celestial voyage,
my dreams bloom
in your eyes,
my heart awakens
in your embrace,
like petals of a bud
spreading into a rose
in your gaze.

Only for You—
My Muse

Sailing back into the mist,
I hope to find
something to
(a)Muse me—

my enigma
tickling the mind,
whispering
before I wake