Sinking deeper into my dreams.....

Sleep deprived and restless
My eyelids softly close
Blanketing me like a canopy over glistening

Worksong

As I work, half-dead to the call of bare feet in damp earth
or oiled fingers glancing over knotted calves
It is now

I saw Lincoln crying, last night, in deepest slumber
My heart ached for him, his tears, so many in number
And although he

-"Transcendence of Three Dimensions"-

Waking up is a silvery blur
Of things that are and things that were
Things that have

Weary eyes are shuttered in a quiet repose,
Consumed by thoughts of the worlds beyond;
Soothing colors and dancing creatures