A Dreamer’s Miscellany

Ridges and swirls,

Curling and whirling

And softly

Pressed.

—

Into the hot,

Hot

Red wax of life

—

Now the clumsy nimble

Thimble

Of thumbs.

—

Closing the flap

Of the present’s

Present.

—

With the heart’s

Ghostly

Watermark.

—

In the springtime

Trees

That envelop the wood.

—

And now clothe

Those millstream

Blades.

—

And gurgle

The nursery

Daffodil’s rhyme.

—

That finger’s

First

Walk into the glade.

—

On snowdrop’s

Tippy toe

Truths.

—

Mille feuille,

Layered

Onion’s

Tear

—

Dances the dressage’s

Formal

Fearful

Dance.

—

Folding the fragile

Quail’s egg

Fabric

—

So,

Oh so

Fine.

—

With icing

Sugar’s

Filigree

Frame.

—

On the pristine

Mountain’s

Hillside path.

—

Each tender

Ticklish

Toe

—

Teasing and

Making

Its way

In the virgin snow.

—

To soothe

The heart’s

Lyrical

Waxing

Scar.

—

Written in

That first,

First

Fateful

Touch.

—

That prised

Prised open

The whalebone

Chasm

Of his chest.

—

And found

The black and white

Span

Of hope’s

Tender

Tender chord.

—

And placed

His stubborn

Heel

Hard

On the dancer’s stage.

—

To soar

On desert winds

Crescent moon

—

And to count

The infinite,

Infinite

Stars.

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