homesick
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I danced softly on grassy stars,
arms up, eyelids drawn like the canopy above.
the swaying air was a gentle dance partner. I dipped it and we laughed.
I whirled, I floated,
I was an egg adrift in a warm air sea,
my head bounced into the clouds and shook hands warmly, smiling, knowing, with everything.
the cool moist floor was sweet, springy, happy, alive,
our feet scarcely touched the ground, setting ripples of light laughing playing throughout,
its rustles like laughter tumbling over the grasses,
light catching on like a gathering smile,
feel it tingle and shine and dance at my touch,
my living trampoline, we spring on it to heaven.
oh blue green mirror, I look down and see the goddess inverted in it,
her foot touches mine in time, I cannot tell if my steps copy hers or if hers copy mine.
I hear music now, notes, they are tiny but growing, shiny and pointed,
airy electric blue green notes, we play them for the forest, we play them with the forest,
slowly, softly, sweetly, smoothly,
slow down, stay in time but my heart is bursting!
I pluck a mossy harp flutter triangle vines play a reed flute your breath is a sweet golden drum and I sway to it,
my feet play soundless on a grass piano,
my metronome, my heart!
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I painted my life onto yours.
your canvas,
my living brush, my writhing bristles, our link, our life, oh the forest harp is singing,
our canvas we painted with memory colors,
we fold it in half so we both can share.
your face is light,
the moons are jealous of me, they tap on my shoulder, courtiers demanding a dance with the lady,
you are lit and your face shines back,
you are mine, we are mine, we splash our paint upon each other and find a new spectrum.
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laugh again, please, your laughter is filling,
I bear the day only by saving your laughter.
your laugh is a lifeline I tie to my head so I can recover your love in the night.
tell me you're real, tell me you're real and that this is awake,
it's real, it's real, your eyes are like moons, oh,
they are rivers flowing with flecks of silver but I will not pan them,
I will have them engraved, engrave them forever on the backs of my eyelids.
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my dreams are a castle of gladness and loving,
the home of the lucky, the home of the blessed,
I am homesick, homesick, I ache for my dreams.
my chest pounds into my throat and breaks it.
I am homesick, homesick, for impossible places.
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I... I want. need to switch. my dreams and my waking. my... dreams...
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the night takes my hand and gently suggests that the dream is now present.
send me to sleep. let me dream. let me leap.
transport me moons, now, to my love iridescent.
dream for me, eyes. breathe softly. breathe deep.
you dance on my eyelids neath stars and white crescents.