Dream map

Dew-soaked lawns burn a watery gold with the memory of night
Sparks of bugs break away from the pale, crumbling lamp moon,
Fading like a dream.
           I can only remember the end.
Being exiled from that place I came from –
A garden now dying in echoes,
Its’ faeries left to wander a forbidden wild.

I woke up to a river of moonlight flowing through my room.

Drenched and curled up in my sheets I found

          I was left as an unformed ball of clay,

Disguised as raw material from an indecisive earth.
Someone cut me a mouth,
then they cut me eyes and legs
with which to walk through the spidery paths of moonlight that lay before me.

Cold sleeping lips blew out the stars
As the goblin moon climbed up the trees
In one brief moment of a waking dream
the heavens illuminated the rare landscape of my soul.