Bound.......
by silken spinners webs
to the elusive tendrils of dreams,
I watch as time and tide
spin away toward the dawn,
leaving arcing trails of you
across these muddled skies.
Floating here, suspended,
somewhere between the
midnight and the morning
on these ethereal threads
of molten memories,
I am surrounded by you.
You swirl in endless eddies
of misted moonsmoke
and lay soft upon the
darkened surface of
these silent lakes of solitude,
and I breathe you in,
and I watch the skies,
waiting for that first
splinter of dawn
and the promise of
the rain of sunlight
that will wash the mists of you
back into the oceans
of my dreams.

phantom...(c) wla, 6-8-2000