Dreaming.

In the darkness of the night,
my breath is captured by a fleeting moment of youth,
leading me back to chimes swaying easily from a summer breeze.
half awake I take notice of the intrusion,
only falling back asleep,
never fully sanctionizing the experience
becoming a faint memory of morning.
listening to softer images ingrained in the layers of light,
day is a distraction filled with ironies that hold distorted significance.
patience is thinly stretched
to flashes of colored images of noisy irreverence.
breathless,
i wait for another calling in darkness.

Cat

Cowboy

Hot Dog

Clown