04-20-2015, 02:30 PM
gates of horn, gates of ivory
skull-cradled
by a timber pillow
I sleep, intent
on dreams
they thicken the air
weaving veils and shrouds
around ministering angels
with their pipes
and molten blessings
a sluggish quiet reigns
somnolence
and slowed blood flow
low moans
no easy way
to distinguish ecstasy
from anguish
sand contains the pain
of mountain’s dismembering
water carries the memory of ice
we breathe each other’s lives
even here where my dreams take me
beyond both gates
skull-cradled
by a timber pillow
I sleep, intent
on dreams
they thicken the air
weaving veils and shrouds
around ministering angels
with their pipes
and molten blessings
a sluggish quiet reigns
somnolence
and slowed blood flow
low moans
no easy way
to distinguish ecstasy
from anguish
sand contains the pain
of mountain’s dismembering
water carries the memory of ice
we breathe each other’s lives
even here where my dreams take me
beyond both gates