January 6, 2013

tucking stones to sink our bodies...

art/sculpture/krafting ‘Winter Muertita’ by Krisztianna ©

sleep fae, take the reins

bare back our dreams
long night fire the distance
make it so it all
can be seen
through the old oaks
and smell of smoke

hang tapestries
outside ring forests
of maples, elms
and birches
know each gallop
toward Morpheus
is a thunder folded gnarl
along a climbed icy divide

the Moon
and Her
nestled pines
know how
to draw
us in, so
we really count
on your fingers
in the laces
knowing the paces
of Her games
a slow ride
says let go
leap, tide
the undertow


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