Dreamer of Dreams
She went to bed to dream
A thousand prayers in gold
From ancient
And the frozen landscape of the shrewd Northern world –
Gazing past the sepulcher of the wild Tundra
Below, Southland,
into the virgin forests of
It was here where she relished in dreams w/ ancestors
Witnessing again the conjugal affection between mother & father,
The ethereal love of family – far from the paltry tribulations of modern life.
Running through these sacred forests – in scattered images of the dark bark of trees
Under a canopy of green leaves, gliding on top velvet moss & soft rich earth,
Congenial soil for thick beautiful vegetation and all its sweet, flowery aroma
Rising w/ pungency and filtering through her tiny nostrils relaxing an excited brain -
Filled w/ a knowledge of elements and all that is nature, all that she senses while running
Her bouquet of golden locks shaking loosely and shimmering in the sunlight
And the Dreamer of her dreams, an omniscient presence of virility and wanton love,
Covers her distance - following like light from the sun, moon and stars – as the very
Wind that wraps around her being, caressing her form, blowing & cooling her wet skin
She runs in these dreams every night, always reaching nirvana, always as he finds her,
He, the virile Dreamer of her dreams – alive w/ sudden fury of shooting stars & forging love.