Where She Sleeps

Where she sleeps, she is dreaming.
Her ocean folding over,
roses falling through it.
Thorns tearing wet scars
like a shark fin dogfight.

A flash of blue eyes:

blue peels, reveals brown,
flakes off, uncovers white—

A white candle burns

in the forefront of her mind.

Where she sleeps, she is awaking.

Her candle melts away,
just the wick will remain.
Sunrise tells the dream
goodbye with its light.

A flash of a child’s eyes:

little girl, reveals angel,
jumps away, reveals boy—

The balloons of fantasy deflate

in the forefront of her mind.

Where she sleeps, she is awake.

Angels jump on her bed,
tossing light above their heads.
Her ocean walks ashore
carrying remnants of poetry.

A flash of brown eyes:

brown peels, reveals blue,
melts away, uncovers herself—

A mirror reflects reality

in the fairytale of her mind.

And where she sleeps, he is waiting:

standing under the storm of broken time,
soaked with the Paris rain.


(From the book Kairos)