the golden fish: with

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

as i slept

i could feel her

brush against my face

i dreamt of wings

and small moths

a candle that guttered timorously

i even saw my own eyes

wild and glittering

gone to earth

all filled with scent

and wish

and the wholeness of her

Reya Mellicker said...: Someone shape changed and fluttered through your dreams. How sweet is that?; January 10, 2012 at 8:40 AM
The Weaver of Grass said...: The usual thoughtful post steven.; January 10, 2012 at 10:43 AM
Jo said...: Such a beautiful shot of magical Selene, Steven. She would enchant even the most timorous among us. xo; January 10, 2012 at 1:35 PM
Valerianna said...: Mysterious and magical....

ha! my word verification word is "vings".... of course, German for wings... that brushed your face while you slept.; January 10, 2012 at 2:03 PM
steven said...: reya - sweet as can be . . . . steven; January 10, 2012 at 9:48 PM
steven said...: weaver - we aim to please . . . steven; January 10, 2012 at 9:48 PM
steven said...: jo - she was mesmerizing last night and when she's entirely full and pregnant with light well i cannot take my eyes off her. steven; January 10, 2012 at 9:48 PM
steven said...: valerianna - what a serendipitous word!!!! steven; January 10, 2012 at 9:49 PM
Linda Sue said...: sometimes i want to swallow her whole! sometimes I want to shoot her. You, of course, are much more sensitive and kind- She is flattered and glows especially brightly for you.
The moon in Pa'ia was bowl shaped, it held little bits of dark spots. Very unusual.; January 10, 2012 at 10:06 PM