Monday, January 14, 2008

like thieves

Slipping in beneath fringed blankets covering the soul, dreams whisper words and betray a deeper meaning; stealing time of restful bliss in the somber steady breath of the living.

Deciphering is left to the waker, bent over in agony from another sleepless night. Driven to dive into the sea of shapeshifting imagery if for only but a glimpse of meaning. For in that, perhaps, will come breath easy footsteps to the dawn of the day.

Moon slips and Sun sips to once again repeat the whispering chorus until the dreamer dreams no more.