Wednesday, April 17, 2013

In White Silence

She slides across my night
Slipping through the filaments of sleep
I wake to find her wraith-like
Lace white tentacles across my life

In silent surrealness
Hard edges softened
Bird song muted
Hidden in the soft folds of her embrace

Sun touched
She lifts her veil
Surrenders her place
With a last lingering kiss
Surreal takes reality’s shape

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