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…