Say it is so... (possibly sensual)
There is a slight fog hazing the bottom windowpanes
as the dawn's cloudy light begins to slowly clear the haze
of an obscure awakening reality, without an impassioned lovers afterglow;
yet again forever beginning a new day,
once again realizing, it was just another dream
Sleep’s threshold fades in and out
like songbird’s trill in the gust
The aftermath of flushing thoughts
silent reverie remains vividly so...
~
Traces of love notes were written backwards
on frosty windowpanes
flushing out the sensual hues colour of the night
as thawed sweat trickled down streaking the panes clearly
Hot breathe clouds the looking glass,
veiling the memories of once swollen appetites
just before the flames burned the spark
that ignited the sultry midnight sins
Tell me once again about wishing
a calming of the raging waves
Whisper about dreams you're seeing now,
of summer breezes, swaying rope swings
bending limber limbs like a willow in the wind
Confess once again
about our misbehaving in your dreams
Say it is so…utters the fool on a hill
postscript: 6.20.2013 5:00 am
It was a very unseasonably cold night considering the summer solstice looms soon, with thunder and lightening in the night.
A bit restless for many reasons, least of which was having seen a funnel cloud nearby that did not touch down.
Got up and wrote this down before the tea got cold...spontaneous as the funnel cloud forming out of nowhere and currently without edit...
