Moss Dreaming

Image

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

 

Advertisements

Share Your Thoughts...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s