Night, Settled

If the night was a world
and each nightfall a world ending
darkness the rebirth
silence the sound of joy
all quiet, all settled

Dreaming Sparks

In the sleeves of the dark coat
of night, worn by a tired world
spells are stirring, tiny sparks
still sleepy, dreaming
of igniting new ideas

Burrow

The urge to disappear
again, just a little while
burrowing between roots
beneath rustling stories
where it’s still winter and safe
dark soil dreaming

Absence of Words

The absence of words
and that which remains in the space
of what was lost that had been found
dreams building, rebuilding, unbuilding
small sound filling the gaps
between uninhabited constructs
towers, leaning
waves, crashing
letters in sand, gone missing
possible futures, crossed out
and a silence as alien as human nature

Night in the Labyrinth

At night in the labyrinth
orbs of light reflect in glass
golden glimmers dancing through hallways
multiplied, elusive, hopeful
hard to catch, beautiful to follow
just out of reach of curious hands
images, shimmering
whispering tiny breadcrumb promises
sometimes leading in circles
sometimes ending up in secret corners
drifting, be careful to trust the whisps
but the places you pass are wondrous