DREAMSCAPE

Digitally altered photo by S. Auberle

NIGHT POEM

Out in the dark

night birds are calling,

fishscale clouds

circle a half moon.

In their beds, young boys

toss restlessly,

their dreams hitched to stars

pulling the future in.

Too fast, too fast,

I murmur in my sleep,

dreaming of riding

a painted mare,

reins useless in my hands,

birdsong fading

under the cloud-circled moon.

- mimi