DreamSleep


time slips into a passing imagine
Soft notes of a flute sing out
Embracing my thoughts, as I
Walk into a whispering breeze
The orange hot radiance of the setting sun
Breaks through clouds of pleasure and pain
Nearby a silent river releases
Into a pi ne of hunter green
A stillness seeps 
Tenderly into a silver grey mist
Moistening my lips,
Even my breath is quiet
Etched in my mind
Visions
  of emerald and wine
Quench my thirst
“I hunger, yes I hunger!”
For your inspiration
Your wisdom and word
Buried beneath this
  sleepy moon
time slips into a passing imagine.

Copyright (C) Susie E. Matt, 2004