Resonate

Fallen alien
wanders through my
woods,
stepping on twigs
in the dark.
Blindfolded,
I let your sound
guide me to your
chamber.

Foreign ghost
drifts across my
room,
floating formlessly
into my arms.
Elusive,
you cease to exist
when you fall out of
frame.

Looking away for a second
could shatter the illusion,
break the fourth wall,
wake me up from
the dream.
You resonate
like tones in the tibetan,
raindrops boring holes in my brain,
water accumulating
in a tin can,
singing
to me.

Opium

White feathers
on a snowy plain,
ivory
igniting
on a blinding
streak of lightning.
Too precious,
matchstick idol
painted in crimson,
opium
glow and
black moonlight
shroud serene
features
in perfect darkness.
Wrap your
icky thump
arms around me
and
melt into the
furniture.

Rain patter
blurs streetlight
husks,
cracked and dull,
tarry darkness
spilling
into starry sky,
straining eyes
to see
the path ahead,
picking furtive steps
forward,
trying not to
trip.

From nothing to something,
gods of our own universe,
stargazers
evading gravity,
stepping into space,
dancing in the
ether.