vanilla and wax
pepper to peaches
feet up on pillows
making light of the moon
masquerade eyes
(though nobody) watching
let lace be my anchor
(get me back soon)

coffee
(come closer)
the music of wishing
plays when the twilight takes hold
vaporous stream
of words into darkness
glide beneath
aged indigo

blue breaks (invisible)
feathers are falling
forgotten the lure of far away skies
souvenirs passing
as heartache to hemlock
(something there moving)
the universe sighs

parallel worlds
of whiskey and wormhole
locust and lizard
with glories entwine
of places I may not
remember (tomorrow)
another for keeping –
this one suits me fine