Stirred...

 

The pale, flat ocher attracted the morning, moist
with last nights dew, the thickening began
in the cool and dark.
I closed eyes and felt the warmth stored
beneath the pallor, stirred in moon beams
that i could hear slightly as they fell -
filled into the tiny pools- the magnificence of the moon
sparkled like tiny gems.
I pressed down into the mix of dark and light, dry and wet

until I could see

There were more seams and creases
and such that came into the eye
like mountains across the horizon or the fountains
of light that pour from the wall of stars;
i blinked into the next phase of day.

The east began to glow in the treetops
and the deep blue above parted into the layers of nascent dawn.
The flat moon stirrers grew deeper and the color within pushed its way
to claim the eye and remains of the night sky.

The resilient roof washed itself
in the beads that swelled to flow earthward;
gravity and the mild wind touched each one.
Now, it was my turn to spin and face the growing cascades of light
and the warming sun began to claim the water.
Heavy and wet near the crown, it thinned all the way down
to drip the edge.

 

Flowing over me and through me, until my squinted view resolved;
this plane of earth was my borrowed province. I watched
as the world took steady hold of the reality of day

 and my dreams of the silent place 

folded, and softly eased away.