The old woman with hollow eyes
Dreams of plains full of stars and skies of dust
Red cities leveled time and time again
By the tides of time.
Her sighs echo in the woods
Waking the mice that scurry
Between the rocks
Of her husband's cairn.
A woodpecker taps in Morse code on the old pine
Delivering messages to the inky shapes
Perching in the treetops.
Waiting
Or so they believe
For the old woman to wake
And tell them of the bodies in the sky
The roses in the water's depths.
She stirs
And the Earth stills for a moment -
Then back to sleep
And back to dreams.
YOU ARE READING
From Sea and Sky
PoetryPoems about the edge of dreams and the shadows we see out of the corners of our eyes while half-asleep.
