Sleep filled eyelids closing Irises rolling languid underneath like Daruma dolls, spiritual Rolly Pollys floating back to center, inner eye on the crown dreaming of cut flowers Shears bleeding translucent dew Petals drifting in the wind landing on marble Hands pressing in as if to say, I know As tired mind leaks rancorous thoughts, Hurting deep, crushing waves A full breath dispels, banishing blue-green bruises Remembering the beginning too pure to let stain, collateral splatters of oil paint Settling in, unintentional Lived in t-shirt
I rest here concentration wanes As sleep beckons, a whispered caress
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 