the sleepyhouse
has come true in this moment.
I am amazed because I didn't think it were possible
my dream creatures had never made the transition before
without losing an eye or a magnitude of smile
these sorry shuffling marvels
pretending they were happier in tainted actuality than in my
purified, unrestricted mind
my heart goes out to them.
it comes to me in magnificent tangibility
that the concept
has made itself
O the crimson the violet
the yellow of the sleepyhouse night
a clan of warm people
all life and substance and mutuality
doing what they were born to do best
beating the drums
strumming the instruments
loving one another's presence
producing music and epipheny
in the candles
all is candle light, warm halcyon naturalness
the flickers and the light
attempting to trick us
all is shimmer on eyes
and the heated wind of passage
and the image
all is this... all is just now
and I tell you...
it somehow attained itself
it snuck out of my anguished distracted brain
and trickled away on the last drops of fall hurricane
it wanted to set me totally unreceptive by my decided attitude :
nothing ever worked out
it's too dark out today
why can't I find love ?...
as part of
all of these things somehow
it decided to find me.
The light is dimming as the actual crystal pink candles
conclude
a warm feline belly upon my own snuggly pelvis
arms so overused unable to grasp
my sleepy mind doing it's subdued best to give thanks over the last
fleeting moments...
I welcome its departure
as the problematic world gently engulfs me again
I say goodbye
For this beauty
this greatness
is mine and no one else's!
... yet I did not do this I could not do
this
it was
and it can never sustain.
but the atmosphere closes my eyelids
an imminent inward smile
(a flicker of which will always exist
because I had it once.