Wednesday 29 May 2013

Cure me of this dreamless sleep


Cure me of these dreamless nights.
Inoculate my eyes from tears

over there  a voice calls out the morning.

The day, the day begins to blossom again
taking all tired eyes upward

to spectates the sunshine, the flight path of a song on the wind.

Pushing us,
flowering about us as steps upon the  grey-gold

grass regulate the dance our steps take to

 a cloudy sky we levitate,
then let them lower us to the hard hand of the earth
where dreams reside.

Tuesday 21 May 2013

Talk to me in the language of sleep

We leave the dust of shadows far behind
dwell in a place that is rainbow lined
unvoiced, unmaned like dew we stand
upon a thought of grass we weave our land.

We leave the dust of shadows far behind
walk tall as whispers or thoughts without a mind.
You are colour I am sound
our technicolour souls rise from that mound.