Constellation of dreams
Gather your fears and blossoms of fright
To offer at the gate
Prepare to travel through the land of whimpering throats and watching eyes
Guardians of light
Connecting the blinking cosmos of dots
Enduring the sun’s fire is worth the wait
For in this journey
You find your inward joy and internal fight
The setting star carves a door through the rambling rush of noise
And marvels are born of silent nights
Blue clouds of crumbling blaze
Hot enough to roast a cake
Long stretch unshielded from wandering Slashers
Violent billows break the three-mast ship of sailing
This is part of the plan
Hurled into the realm of winking wallabies
Dancing around an erupting fire of bon
Rub your eyes and shake your head yes
Winding willows wince under the weight of centuries
Rootwork channeling deep tremors in the crafts of man
Traversing language and genius to feed by the tender brook of matter
Call for the mulberry moon to explain the reasons and give you passwords of rhyme
Your back sprouts wings of goose down
Hungry you spot a grove of glazed donuts enclosed in a hedge of stone
Yet the Passageway is guarded by cunning Whisperers
Who seek your fingers
No other escape but the
Water below the bridge runs blue with ink
Scribbling nonsense as it laps the sandy shore
Chanting wolves lurk in the shadowy forest reading all the water tells
Who goes there in this withering territory?
Cries the Wolf Sovereign
I only want to eat something sweet you say
You should try fruit instead and this river of ink is quite good with bread beams the King of Wolves
Ask the raccoons for some baked rolls
They steal it from the belly of wandering ships
Greedily you take from the forest bushes berries of black and dip your loaf in the inky drink
Oblivious to the wolves encircling
Licking their shiny fangs dripping with blue ink
Holding a million secrets and tales in the sapphire liquid
All of a sudden your foot slips on a rock and you tumble head first into the swift current of azure
Sinking deep
Inhaling gasps of it into your lungs
Stinging your eyes
Stifling a scream
The feathers of your wings absorb pounds of wet ink and pull you under
It tastes like
Fresh cut lawn, birthday cake, car exhaust, chlorine, buttery popcorn, and old concrete buildings
Spoiled milk, licking your finger from a paper cut, cotton candy, mothballs, salty tears and burning coal
The wolves scatter back to their caves
Shrieking about lost causes and the coming first light
As your mind succumbs to the waves
Leaving puddles of blue where you once stood by the inky edge
Spell the words
Only the wolves can read
A distant chanting sound from across the depths
Dawn is rushing to greet you
Fawns frolic in the blushing morn
Outside your bedroom window
Whatever thoughts have behooved you
Have been wrestled
Ironed out in the turbulent night, the blistered crinkles of your mind
Lashes flutter
*alarm blaring*
Artwork by Dr. Seuss and the wolf halloween mask you can buy online:)
No comments:
Post a Comment