In dreams

I dreamt of a place

Where my words don’t touch you

And the world was drowning.

Cars lay dead on the roads

Without words,

Without sounds,

There was death everywhere.

I saw you shining

In my dreams

In a place where words wouldn’t move

But the willows, like your dress

Swayed in the wind.

And the sun on your arms

In your eyes, was still

Still, like you.

And there was silence everywhere.

Silence as you walked

Silence as I woke.

Woman

What is a woman that doesn't love? Never wronged, watches and hates and breathes from the tower of men around her. And soon, grows into a flower no one will reap and no one will sow. A woman with no songs isn't a woman at all. For a woman who is silent, is a shackled woman.

Crash

I used to dream like the breeze. Now I dream like a highway car crash pile-up. The vast expanse of my subconscious stretching out like a road on which all the little glowing engines of memory trudge along, just a little too close, at a breakneck speed.