SoulReserve

Dewdrops on dandelion

My Dreams
are quiescent
glistening
dewdrops,
drip
dripping
on nimble fingers
of grass,
soft beneath my skin,
at the edge,
of all world,
and tilting.
Blown on a puff
of breeze,
float
floating
on tufts of dandelion,
I fall into a blanket
of cloud,

and you pull me in,
still warm.

© SoulReserve 2016

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