dreamscape

dreamscape

it’s more than a coincidence  when

another day weaves its way

through an empty bird’s nest,

through the dry riverbeds,

through the sleeping streets of a city

and doesn’t awake a single soul, when

moonlight fills the eyes of the sleeping,

when the wind is caught  in the eye of a trembling window.

when a frightened wolf, spellbound

by the endless night, howls at the full moon

trapped by the nails of the leafless branches.

I cannot decipher a single sign,

 I can’t recognize a single face.

there is no place to rest among the sleeping,

there is no place to live among the dead.

I slide on my knees. the last sound

escapes my lungs and the mist swirls

over a dreamscape

~c: NKO1/11/13