Short Stories, Tall Tales

|Dreams|

"These quiet nights the
cold mind lingers.
Frozen space in frozen
time
eternal.

Snippets of
lost memories regained
in shards of lost glass bottles
drifting out to sea.

A quiet stillness lasts.

Deep within the crevices
of precious ores and precious
gold run the
blue-blooded frost
of lonely minds.

Frosted petals breathe
warmth unto the rosy cheeks of spent thoughts.

A warmth stirs.

The petals fall in their ones and twos.
Idly, I pluck at the stem.

A harp resonates,
Loud, thick, bellowing.

I am afraid.

The thorn attaches to the cheek
of night-
My thoughts are displaced.

I awake.

Morning has come."