Lucid

I was there when the shadows fell

lucid for a breath before tossed beneath the surface

and lost in technicolor visions of the stars

Night over breathing landscapes risen away

the edges whisper of dissolution

as ghosts crawl through fire toward the sea

Roots deep in the ashes already taken hold

only waiting for a drop of blood to fall

to bloom at the last hour

and wither in the light of dawn

This, the night that calls

strange whispers hidden in falling rain

there only for a moment

before I’m once more surfacing, gasping for air

Didn’t realize how much I missed the rain until I got back home.

Photo by Jeffrey Czum from Pexels

13 thoughts on “Lucid

  1. You miss the rain? That makes one of us. Hopefully you never have to deal with the horrors I’ve dealt with over the last few years that started with rain water getting into my house.

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  2. “as ghosts crawl through fire toward the sea
    Roots deep in the ashes already taken hold
    only waiting for a drop of blood to fall
    to bloom at the last hour” David this is truly beautiful. I can imagine listening in the rain for the whispers. Lovely! I think you are truly inspired at home and I am glad you are safely there and writing such gorgeous words. Have a blessed evening. Love Joni

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