pale bubble gum pop
opaque truth locked under ashen witchcraft
frozen breath easing across a milky lozenge
just a torn open pillow
where the cyclical ring of dreams hovers in wait
hugged by a rainbow-faced lover
loops as pink as cat ears
why do the colors hug white?
cling to the side of a featureless bulb?
I can only imagine...
tears riding the winds
softened faces bright in the liquid mirrors
cradeling the veil of the unknown
the wheel of here and there
their home to run to
when we call out into the night
and stream breathless under the canopy dark
the perked ears of dew
plummet to our eyes of smiles
snapshot the mirrors
we rise, caught in time
a frame of thought, imploring minds
kisses stream across our lids
as the sky falls in love with our dreamworlds again...