A DEEPER LAIR OF DREAMING  (6-25-03, 4:00am, Galveston Island, Texas)

       
        
up at four a m        
to get a drink        
of water        
nestled in the stillness        
of this dark        
quiet night        
i look outside        
my window        
startled by the sight        
as regimented        
clouds of white        
passing by above        
bottom lit        
from lights below        
left on all night long        
across this islands        
semi illumined grid        
of faceless        
sleeping masses        
creating this dramatic show  
of nocturnal skies        
proceedings  
migratory creeping  
passing slowly by  
high up overhead        
in silent infantries        
of seemingly endless
rolling  morphing ghost troop clouds     
marching steadily forth        
from off        
the sighing gulf        
through swaying treetops        
graceful dancing        
outside just beyond        
the subconscious grasp        
of each enslumberred home        
now all asnore        
and dreaming        
as floating caravans        
of mounted troops        
in white        
slowly advance        
to pass in stealth        
covertly through        
the outer  sunken depths        
of this life stilled      
calm and peaceful      
more broadly dreaming      
still life night        
where i        
below here        
pause beneath them        
like some creeping        
little mouse        
alertly to observe      
in my present      
semi hypnogogic state        
all caught up in        
the inner silence        
of my timeless wonder        
while looking out        
beyond  
my momentarily forgotten
usual  nightly
until now     
late night        
quest for cheese        
to check for any
late night
nocturnal     
cats about        
out on their stealthy
unseen nightly prowl        
only to find        
to my delight
hovering up above     
through all this        
tranquil darkness        
a luminous quarter moons        
friendly crescent smile        
hung  high        
beaming down        
diamond bright        
peeking out        
through billowed troops        
passively passing by        
in mysterious        
silence overhead        
flowing from the south        
their motion pulling        
like some mystic        
moonlit river        
soon lures me        
back to bed        
back into some other        
even deeper        
inner lair of dreaming        
to slip adrift      
away in        
here once more again        
much like these      
rolling  tumbling troops        
of nocturnal        
passing clouds        
outside my bedroom      
window         
stealthily adrift      
like unseen dreams    
themselves      
above this sleeping        
island town      
are each      
and all      
along with me      
all presently adrift      
aloft      
here in this      
our mutually shared      
waking dreams
own prolonged     
still unfolding      
ghostly  flowing     
lucid  deep      
tranced out
mystic     
sweet      
somatic      
pause