summersleep

1987-07-31

Image credit: AI+

the dreamfabric unravels, dissolves, refocuses — into selfconscious wakethought. around a smooth curtain of quiet black velvet the leaves of the birch tree swishsigh by my window. muscles stretch in the oh-so-sleepy pleasure of a slooow stiff bodyyawnnnn. the ceiling creakconverses with a sleepy cricket chorus and the leaves of the birch tree rustle by my window. a pleasant zephyr flows softly, smoothly, soothingly its inky silk coolness slowly wraps me up, then tickles, trickles, slides feathersoft across my bare feet and the leaves of the birch tree whisper by my window another yawn, and nubian night is a waiting world of summertimesilence dreamily murmuring sweet secrets... of seas and ships and sealing wax... and of leaves of birch trees that sing softly by my window tree leaves...softly whisper...by my window...