That space between eternity and neverwas
— the difference engine
to keep each dreamer’s wheel turning
Swirl multi-colored soft silk touch, face to face.
to night’s promise,
remembering scents and sounds
Awakening alien eyes of wonder.
Falling from dream to dream,
we seem to be alive,
the source of will and power
Falling into habit, into easy lies.
In times of dream,
All those falls are scales
from what I called my eyes.
refrain from the pleasures of remorse.
thought by thought.
Blossom on rain fragrance.