Dreaming: I walk the city
places I dare not go by day
are nigh roads lit velvet in the mists
which cloak the town;
which cloaks my trek.
This is a city in a dream
fearful but unwinding
I find the roads once closed
to me are open
so such is my mind;
so such is the way.
We go where we mean to
this is the gift of a dream;
this is the burden of dreamers.
A lamplight careless road,
where I can pace the median
and feel no urgency.
Places I have mapped retain their luster
despite their infinite recesses:
our starlit swinging doors.
I remember when you were born & now I remember when you had died. for MB, who may infact still be gliding in.
With much love,
All the history I know
Is the way the dust blows
Sanding the surface to shine.
A west so wild the night howled
At its own shadow and slept
Belt-buckle out to witness Sirius.
The metal on the tip of his boots
An oasis of light, with chinking stroll
He stole the summer and planted
His tumble-weed seeds in Mojave, with love.
Pan wanderer, look away, from this city
Lawned in suburbia. I remember the desert.
I remember the heat. The heartbeat
Of the sun on the valley
when we wrote in ropes the west wild.
Poem 53 Edited – Poem 53 Original