Night-life (4)

4.

I breathe the wonderland wet air

and keep the evening smells captive;
​letting the jasmine waves
​wash me over and under
​the frangipani clouds;
opening
​& (en)closing(ly) rubbing
against me
​before they leave me behind
in their misty summer dreams

(Being outside at night
​was always a kind of magic to me).

​I move between

​(the softening bedclothes)
​next to the stardust paths,
​(absently nudging the bedlinen
into remembering frozen winds
​& flying in greasy seaside gales
​and celebrating Christmas pageant plays,
​trailing glitter dust)

I touch

​the soaking soft mosswalls
​of (my) labyrinth night-world(s);
​fingerprinting my life-years
​and scar-days
​onto their furry parchments
​for other night-walk(er)s
​and dream-travel(ler)s
​to find in a million years.

​Does anybody know the way
back to the frangipani trees?

​5. ...

from 'Night-life' in I sleep, I dream