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    
high up overhead    
of nocturnal skies      
proceedings    
migratory creeping    
in silent infantries    
of rolling  morphing ghosts    
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
its  my
nightly      
though presently  
forgotten  
late night      
quest for cheese    
to check for any      
cats about      
on unseen      
nightly prowl    
yet only to find    
to my delight    
through all this      
tranquil darkness    
a quarter moons    
friendly smile    
hung crescent 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      
once more    
yet 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  
still unfolding  
ghostly  flowing  
own prolonged  
lucid  deep  
tranced out  
sweet  
somatic  
pause