Liquid Dreams

And as the shy
gaze of moon
finally succumbs
to the subtleties of
earthly splendors,
I reach upwards
and grab a pocket
full of stardust.
beneath the falling stars,
I leave behind
my tattered robes of bark,
under glittery blanket.
drop back and sink into
my mirrored lake
of liquid dreams.
ever so heavenly,
on a bed of seaweed
I slumber,
till the devil comes a knocking…