Last night I went to sleep in a velvet dress my eyelids occupied in a forever state of unknowing/uncaring which path dreams would tread
There, on that hill of understanding (or perhaps, merely familiarity) one only knows the muses whispers
Comfort sweeps the psyche releases all the little sticky things
The canopy of shivering leaves
danced the light across her face
Waking up dreams of soft spring days
followed by warm summer nights
magical in their own way
Now culminating in whispered wisdom
each day shorter than the last
punctuated by bright and rusty hues
Soon the days of stark sleepiness
will hitch a ride on the coat tails
grounded fringes of color
Light askance and limpid
cleared of fluttering distractions
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Note from Dena – Ever since my mom passed away, in early March, I have been experiencing a catharsis through grief, which also interrupted the publishing of the Daily Napkin. I believe the mending of the fabric of my life adds richness and depth to my creative expression, even though the process causes lapses in my daily practices.
