Gazing out over waters
Wide & deep & all alone
Whispers from the mists at dawn
Breaking through the minds, so prone
Ancient wisdom & sacred needs
Follow me through clovers & trees
Drowning in the depths of languid dreams
Knowing I cannot see what your mind sees
Some days are meant for bitter screams
Lost in the wind to find a soul to caress
Reflections distorted, rippling through my veins
Stripped now; wildly undressed
Skin stained with tears
Hair silken, fingers entwined
To be on the edge of light & dusk
Drowning in the wild depths of mind
-SKC

Recycled Dream
The sounds of life pooling around me
Swirling around my senses
In a mystic, serene reverie
Into my ear
It tantalizes my thoughts
Alters my perception
Until I no longer believe
In what my dreams have told me
My vision spirals into life
Conjuring blue & black images
Of what the sounds would look like
Reaching into the night
I grasp the air within my fingers
It tingles my palms
Caressing my flesh
To a heightened sensitivity
A feeling otherworldly
This surreal vitality
Courses through my veins
Separating mind from body
Becoming whole within the dissonance
Stripped of everything
Into the sounds I fall
Silence dissipating into the nothingness
Along with my cries of ecstasy
As this dream spins once more
-SKC