Familiar dreams

getting an answer

for a question

never asked

is being in a dream

you remember

did I walk into

the corridors of

your psyche last night

is that where I was

when I killed the wolf

that had jumped the fence

or did you walk into

my hall of reflections

with the writhing alligators

being handed to the woman 

behind the desk

I'm not really sure anymore

who's responsible

for any of the thoughts

or any of the dreams

as you are always in them

and where you are

I long to linger

Green Lynx

tiny green spider

a tickle on 

my shoulder

somehow you

tagged along

I picked you up

from who knows

where

to wear as a pin

momentarily

for you have

places to go

and tinier bugs

to eat

no question

on how

no judgement

on who

just a wish

of safe travels

into the air

on silk paths

 

Blow hard

loose windows knock

on windy days

doors slam shut

on those same days

things are thrown

furniture is knocked over

on windy days

dead branches fall and

ash is blown from chimneys

on windy days

faded flowers disappear

and roots are stimulated

on windy days

dusty air is cleared

dandelion seeds travel far

and whispers fly to the stars

on windy days

Looking out the kitchen window

this connection

the tether between us

it shifts my soul

it is a furnace

burning within me

refining my being

because of this

because of us

I can no longer

belittle myself for

I wouldn't just be

belittling myself

you have shown me

my worth and beauty

by showing me your own

I feel you when

I touch my face

and my face is held

within your hands

so gentle and calm

 

Take off

jumping off this cliff

I was sure I'd fall

because that's what happens

I was confident 

you would catch me

because that's what happens

but I had forgotten

I had wings

because that's what happens

when you're told

you will fall if you jump

Time out

so many words

lost to the moment

a flock of birds

that have scattered

into the sky

when the frustration

fumes into the ether

around dusk dancing

with twigs donning new leaves

that is where the words leave

in a sigh

in a deep breath

all those words collecting

behind that mental dam

to cause a pause and retreat

to a moment to lose words