SLEEP'S DEEP RESPIT DEEMS  (10-31-2009, Halloween Day, Palm Springs, California)

nights darkness comes
around again
in dance of moon
on tail of suns
last lapsed
loving grasp
as darkness fills
soft prolonged
upon sweet earth
upon us all
sleeps deep
respite
deems all time
lose form
as dreams
come on
to relieve
us all
of our own
myriad imbalances
to reset  refresh
our inner
and outer equilibrium
upon awakening
or not
to cryptically
or symbolically
help guide us
wherein whose mystic
journeys
they often reveal
inform
such subtle insights
so slippery given
in their mysterious
frequently surreal
amorphously illumined
flow
which are either
assimilated
in the depths
of sleep
semiconsciously sensed
and noted
quickly forgotten
discarded
or simply
let go of
and discounted
or perceived as
nothing more perhaps
than just another
strange
or crazy dream
to be subconsciously
digested
amused by
or ignored
if remembered
in part
or whole
or even recalled
at all
but then again
who even cares
or takes
the time
these days anymore
to reflect upon
much less beyond
the essence of
their mystical nature
within their ghostly
though often
lucid
inner scenes
of intuitive
innermost knowing
yet even these
it seems
to me
based only on
my own
more frequently
than not
eventually all
slough off
mirrored from
dreamlands yielding skies
like passing clouds
moved on
long gone
upon some tranquil
inner slipstreams
unconscious
fluid wake
elusively as
some diaphanous spirit
silently coursing
its way
right back
through us
so reflectingly away
off into some
unknown  subliminal sea
of even deeper
mystery
perhaps for most
beyond their need
desire
or capacity
to know
in mankinds seemingly
relentless
egoic urge
desire and quest
to even further
deflower
yet another mystery
within this greater
mystery
we are
which has always
seemed to me
to be sufficient
reason enough
to simply acquiesce
in grateful
humble awe
more deeply into
the sacred beauty
and mystery
of its wondrous
dance
of which we
each and all
are so clearly
living  breathing
essential notes
in the quintessential
music
of its boundless
flowing dream
within an endless
dream beyond
which spirals
in and out
in concentric
ecstatic circles
of infinite
free expressions
constant recreation
sung by all
as one
yet still unseen
by most
until we
each and all
have sufficiently reawakened
to its subtle
transcendent call
back through
the invisible veil
of timeless time
again
to see
and find
at last
that we ourselves
are the stirring
inner light
of new dawn
so patiently
for eons
still awaiting
to which even
the watchful
mockingbird
nocturnally singing
just outside
my bedroom window
so melodically
now calls
and beckons in
each new
shining morn
and bids adieu
the tender nights
sweet  hushed relapse
as darkness begins
its slow
recyclic retreat
from dawns illumined
peaceful approach
again and again
on and on
and on
within
great mysterys
forever changing
yet never ending
sacred  ineffable song
and dance
here  there
and everywhere
beyond
mankinds present
understanding
and his
so obviously
so clearly
still sleeping
unawakened
unenlightened
self and all
destructive
temporal  terminal
egoically blind
illusory  dying
dead end
dream