Friday, April 04, 2008

Serene beaches

This bed is an island
and in a minute it may be
a cloud or a hammock in a bamboo room

My dark hours are serene now
When I close my eyes
I bathe in butterfly wings and bay water

Incense burns on the window sill
spilling smoke across my chanting lips
killing the vowels before they can become
man eating sentences

Peacefully I sleep on my beach
where I once walked endlessly
through fields of dead cattails


Cynthia said...

I enjoyed the surrealness of
serene beache, and sensual.

Crafty Green Poet said...

you've evoked a wonderful mood in this one