I dream of you - I lie awake;
my thoughts caught out,
like stagnant ripples
in a pool of old and polished wood.
Summer moments; beads of sweat upon your skin - your arms and brows and thighs and on that tender wishbone field of lust.
I dream of you - I lie awake,
now locked, like falling [...]
All shadows are real.
All move with the light
that awaits them:
their substance a breath,
a thin layer of trust
in iron-set law -
and shadows, like love,
not caring for,
careful of causes:
a distant and powerful sun
or a trembling, hand-held
candle will do.
We take the sky -
I’ll take you with me.
I borrowed wings from an owl
that I raised last night.
It fed on bits and pieces
of left-over words and dreaming.
It drank what was left of my rhymes.
We take the sky -
your arms around me.
We’ll leave the gutters
and the golden spires below.
The beat of my wings,
the weight of your [...]
I drive my dreams this autumn night,
through potholes,
past the roadkill and the hydrants,
the washed-out poems of a dying day.
I drive my dreams this quiet night,
by the light of Dylan Thomas
and the sound of stars -
and I drive to you.
I drive to you:
I die and breathe and die again for you.
Another record and another glimpse
of the [...]