Humming in Our Sleep

Walk with me

Skimming out feet on the old street wood
Turn a heel and let the pale current sweep you away
Past blue towers of ice, spun by a spoon in space
Impressionist cascades, and angels in the blue out
Shining mischievously like of far off city lights
Reflected on the surface of the water
Or like our souls
Glint and danced about in semi-circles
And new step dancing in the moon
And blurbirds, too.

I heard you humming in your sleep,
Nightmare tunes, so step out of the igloo with me
We’ll let our spirits steep together in the Darjeeling tea

Until it cools,
Let the stream sweep us apart,
Let our undone chests separate into the inanimate human hand
The mothering tongues under the sea,
Some may easily mistake her for the being of some omniscient man,
Or many, the host of heaven, tall and proud, glow white by their hair
And dressed in rags of marble, off-white and humble, and stout
Like a tea kettle mumbling green and Darjeeling teas
While Whistling clear white see thru walls,
But she is a mirror,
A faction,
A to be.

We drip, through the cup of a tulip pedal
And just play there, yellow dust on our skin, staying as we please to the unsteady
Sway of stemming stalagmites, glowing with warm
Pollen along those holy stamen shoots
Brushing a beat against the rosy filament like a mallet on canvas;
At the golden silk armchair powder bell soft porcelain fluff of our walls,
And the mom pedal’s kiss across our all glass skin
We’ll be humming harmonies in our sleep,
Like lucid lullabies to dream in to a be at peace.

And we’ll imagine epilogues to each others songs
And draw out the long breath of Brahman
Impressed in us both, our expression on a express train to eternity,
Or at least we pretend for we know the rail ride is what we are
Looking out the foggy window as trees pass,
And far off mountain lights reflect across the surface of the waters,
And the moon dances in semi-circles
and blurbirds, too.