Some Dreams

Some dreams are things
that hint like trees
they sit in the distance
and never stop to wave.

Damp in the depths
they call and swirl
like flowers before
they get shut down
after the sun
before nights for prayers
to nothing.

But we ask anyway
and explore their frayed
hems of grey
and knotted threads
we may never understand
and keep long after
they should have gone.

The Silver-Blue

Lost in the fullness
of the night again
with too many memories
to corner
I hope for a visitation
from you in a dream
before dawn taps my windows
washed with birdsong
and I wonder if
that silver-blue
will bring signals and signs
for my heart
that will buy them all.