The Lost Princess

An empty rhythm
In the castle in the sky
A waltz echoes through deserted halls
The foundation crumbles stone by stone
She who was the princess
Dances alone
Rapunzel-length tresses threaded silver
Sweep over deep indigo and turquoise tiles
No prince comes for her
Neither courtiers nor friends
The music is mummified in her mournful tread

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Untried

An unchallenged dream
Sits like a gilded idol
Naïve of heartbreak

Auditory Mirage

In between sleep and waking
I hear your voices gently arguing
About food and granddaughters
And think, I must have missed them

Night Stirring

The cool night breeze
Is a balm that can be compared to no other
The dust and oppressive heat of day removed
A quiet stirring of hopeful dreams
Carrying the scent of somewhere far away

Ice Palace

Between the rims of awareness and dream
An ether hovers ghostly white
And stray thoughts boxed tightly
Spring forth in a pinching fog.
Condensed in snowflake precision,
The palace of ice arises and falls
Ebbing with the harvest moon.

Dream Sprout

On the tip of a pin, a dream balances
Swaying bodily with the wind
And gripping tightly with little toes
But when the gale grows too great
It leaps and parachutes
And drifts like dandelion fluff
To settle once again
When the storm has passed

Dream Cocoon

The shivering soul seeks the refuge of dreams
And layers over the distresses of waking
With a thin coat of marble icing swirled to hypnotize
The mind into believing and the eyes from seeing
Fly away from flesh and bone and make yourself
Into the image that you have always carried
Hidden deep in the neuroses of cranial neurons
Where in terrifying color, your true self arouses