guage
chrome
against the tender

outside the tempest rages
inside the temporal alpha dreams

the wounds heal
binding
the pysche
gathers in its herd

the wind whisper
grasses hiss

I turn my head
a near miss

(for babe/s)

night sings quietly
a song virtually heard

the whoosh of clouds
rushing through a spooky spot of darkness
dew squishing out of the cool thin air
the clippity clop of a running bug

hushed, lush tones of private wonder
vibrate a sympathetic cerebral harp
and I am adjoined in the symphony

rhapsodizing till dawn

Hello there again, my old friend
I didn't invite you, nor I ever do
How long will you stay?
Or will you ever go away?
Have you been here all along?
I thought you were gone, will you prove me wrong?
As long as you're here, don't come in too near
Keep a safe distance, don't consume
Find your own place at the edge of the room

she wakes late
the sun too high
he must be hungry
why hasn’t he cried

the bright (too bright)
lit room
teddies
mobile angels
sway

he is so tiny
but too still
too white

between two heart beats
eternity
splits

her mouth
obedient
opens to scream
but her voice betrays
too thin to penetrate knowledge
that slowly thickens the air

through viscous veils
of unreality
she reaches for him
clutches him tightly
shelters him beneath her heart