{how i dream of you}

[foriamtheway]

wonder winds, bluer stars
send me little poems (part of your subtle mind)
and you hair all over you
and let the cloud bases rise,
and leave the land bare.
you float me, drag me, over the under trodden dew
crinkle on the sides of the spinning, turning world mass
so what can you tell me
what can you tell me of sadness in water
pouring weirs of anger
in tall places where rivers wind through stone ruins
what can you tell me
of slipping in to throne rooms so quietly
so as not to disturb the stately ritual and the movements therein
of those playing games with the people
what can you tell, fresh princess
shunting through moist puddles
through the tendrils of dense plants
and crawling, like slugs or snails
beneath cool rockeries; near where a thrush is hanging
like a fish by a hook, in a thorn bush
the thorn piercing the webbed foot
well what can you tell me, what can you offer
when the gnats and flies are following a wounded pidgeon
and settling on the grey voids
and eating him while he still lives, eyes blinking
knowing he can no longer rush and glide above the ground.
and then send me out across the soft dunes
and past the elms near the sea
and lawns sloping by the rivers
collecting all the available moisture
then i can look and see you
then see you, by the stars, falling
in a place of gentleness where i can stop
and look over the grey battlements
and near the green water that follows you
skipping between the avenues.