Moss Dreaming


I lay down, seeping into the moss like morning dew

Warm earth humming with sipping roots and slick wormy secrets

Whisper of breath in bamboo dreams, distant ocean dancing

Red clay, black basalt contours, petrified rivers of ancient lava

Housing the fingers of palm and rowan, the laughing of geckos

So close now, I can feel the stone channel of this volcanic island

Reaching deeply into the black mouth of the sea

Where hot venting of magma and fire

Breathed it’s life into the land I lay dreaming on



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