Restless Sleep

I dreamed

of a fire on the solstice.
A ritual,
bent god-like forms
on the horizon.
A garden cut
into the woods.

of pooling phosphorescent
nectarine tears.
Colors and shapes,
in light and sound.

of strange beings
who inhabit the sky,
and wait for us there.
How they wait for us!

I dreamed of a blinking light
in the darklands.

The End

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