Outside the shuttle window squashed tires lie decomposing into the lamp lit pavement. She listens to a magic song as the day gave its last to her. Her eyelids droop over the shining arc of a coin as she watches the dying ring of flames around the latitude of the hemisphere burn low.
In a halo of light seeping through the icy window, she watched the breeding moon rock higher and higher in it's rich black swaddle.The bus lurched forward into the muddy current, guided by the gentle glow of two dangling orbs. One final glance at the banks where dying embers pop, waiting to be reborn, unearthed, and shoveled onto a new piece of air, before the light was lost to dark's appetites.
~~~
The soft ground lay covered in a cast-off gown of shadow gauze. Her silent thoughts dance in posessed bodies across the midnight page.
Onward...
Three roads diverge in a concrete jungle and we take the one with more stop lights. I am tired and not afraid of ending. At our final stop, two grand statues tower over us, guarding their shadowy dormitories. A sly, wrinkled elephant with yellowed ivory tusks stands rooted as ageless stone. A shrewd eland with spiral horns observes us with wizened eyes. Beside the graceful antelope winds a pearly river from which a leafy poplar grows. Written in the waves are memoirs of a thousand souls left behind to slowly coalesce. I panic at the thought of forgetting without hiding a piece of myself first! I don't know if it is possible to keep this reflection so that we may have a hope of finding each other in the next dream?
In a halo of light seeping through the icy window, she watched the breeding moon rock higher and higher in it's rich black swaddle.The bus lurched forward into the muddy current, guided by the gentle glow of two dangling orbs. One final glance at the banks where dying embers pop, waiting to be reborn, unearthed, and shoveled onto a new piece of air, before the light was lost to dark's appetites.
~~~
The soft ground lay covered in a cast-off gown of shadow gauze. Her silent thoughts dance in posessed bodies across the midnight page.
Onward...
Three roads diverge in a concrete jungle and we take the one with more stop lights. I am tired and not afraid of ending. At our final stop, two grand statues tower over us, guarding their shadowy dormitories. A sly, wrinkled elephant with yellowed ivory tusks stands rooted as ageless stone. A shrewd eland with spiral horns observes us with wizened eyes. Beside the graceful antelope winds a pearly river from which a leafy poplar grows. Written in the waves are memoirs of a thousand souls left behind to slowly coalesce. I panic at the thought of forgetting without hiding a piece of myself first! I don't know if it is possible to keep this reflection so that we may have a hope of finding each other in the next dream?
Later.
I listened as rain fell upon a still lake somewhere above me, light as the footsteps of ghostly soul shells shuffling on the floor above me, shuffling towards Elysium. The incessant walking above my head, all feet leading towards the metro, lulled me to sleep. Pitter patter. A smattering of dreams. Flying geese in formation. Shadow skins above a rippling land. A hidden moon drives ocean tides. Water drops dropped outside my placated window like the steady drip of dreams into the mold of memory before I sleep.
Tonight my dreams will fill the glass on my bedside table. In the morning I will be able to see over the brim, beyond a familiar future into an unremembered past.
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