awake
     fog slithers through flats
     mocks barren trees
     obscuring definitions

     sun 
     breaks the plain
     pink-hues the hoary ghost
     dissipates dubious reality

     from the barn
     rooster crows call my name
     haranguing sloth
     demanding service

     hands toil at tasks,
     emotional wounds
     inflicted upon new worlds
     linger a lifetime
     like presents from distant relations
     tucked away in the hall closet

     lying flat of my back
     smelling the sweet promise 
     of lush, green grass
     serenity floats 
     white puffs of lassitude
     across pure blue

     rain drops
     sudden
     pounding
     shard upon my face
     lips licking the sweet 
     wine of universal sorrow
     shamed by childhood glee

     time passes minutes
     of quick reflections
     too swift for aging palms
     to grasp

     tarzan swings through air
     sultry with the sweat 
     of jungle-heaving,
     in the tree house
     lady jane fluffs the down
     in prim anticipation
     loins wet with yearnings
     belying her station

     smiles seize the lips
     of innocent wonder
     exploding star bursts
     novas
     supernovas
     and a pale moon riding 
     a low sky
     lingering to glow
     a passing scene

     muse-visions
     longing for habitation
     configure 
     words sail through space
     clinging to peaks and valleys
     conceiving the doe
     the bear 
     and big birds flying

     searching for dreams
     that pass through night
     and gather splendor
     for a new dawn
     sun 
     bands the mountain tops
     with golden veins
     and blazes blood
     upon a vast horizon

     darkness 
     lullabies