There are sounds beneath me Beyond my reach Outside of where I want to be...
...the shadow of my youth, in a form that never was, dances on the walls of this poorly lit shell i occupy so briefly...
You dance within the light of my dreams
Arms out touching phantom limbs and ephemeral vine. Closed eyes focused on aery chimera that plays like faded film, enshrouding me in palpable memory like a mist. August oaks and […]
Drift sweetly in your morning haze lit with candles from yesterdays and colored with candied memories of tomorrows yet to spend Dance in the streets with everyone you meet there dressed […]
Frustration has gotten the best of me I rest my head On this little couch In my little home Close my eyes Blurred with tears Weary from failures Too many […]
I lay in bed this morning and tried to imagine you there. Would you be facing me? Would I feel your breath on me? Do you lay on your […]
Though I walk alone in this golden field I feel you occupy the spaces I have created for you in my heart. I reach out to you with my […]
on the shore of dreams SATURDAY, 27. FEBRUARY 2010, 17:57:36 morning the color of mist breaks through my window and casts a single shadow alone through the night I […]
woke with deprivation inspiration the dreams I sought pervaded and evaded dodged and ducked vanished at a touch offering just a taste of their sweet promise like sirens that taunt […]
Here I find peace Not in a place But in a breath This breath Now Here …… A Caravan of One Image by Cameron Grey
I wish I were there, tipping you by twenties and commanding your attention with lateral affection, instead of salivating over the sleep that eludes me and wishing I were there […]
never there always wanted seldom had often enojoyed mostly missed longed and sought after sung about written about “dreamed” about succulating stimulating simulating suffocating resuscitating sleep …not tonight […]
The same dream awaits me When I close my eyes And struggle with sleep Its seems a losing battle Between my eye And my mind A world torn by love […]
I was awoken last night From the deepest of sleep Devoid of dream By a strong feminine presence I heard With ears sharpened by the dullness of slumber The softest […]