:: Vatic dreams ::

Ash of an earthbound
Firefly;
Grinning, glinting, teeth in her eyes,
Cactus of misery,
A green mirage from a broken oasis.
Skin of a seadeep
Nymph;
Dancing, diving, bells in her laughter,
Sands of validation,
An orange dawn from a hollow gale.
Touch of a skyward
Bird of Prey;
Sifting, shifting, blood in her voice,
Winds of change,
A purple raindance from a dying sky.

***

I am here, in my cubicle, with what I fondly call 'the end of the year' mess. Scattered Christmas cards. A couple of hampers. Dying flowers. Financial spreadsheets. Next year's plans. Opened boxes of candies. Post-it notes.
I am here, in my cubicle, but my heart and mind is far away from the capitalistic pursuit of my business. My spirit is somewhere away - not really far, not entirely distant, but caught in an immaterial gulf of a private dreamscape.
I am here, as I will be here - but still, not quite.

***

I am a blank, an eddy of wind,
The curve of a shadow,
The fingers of a wraith, writing
Hidden notes in dusky sand.
You are plastic, a breath-kissed mist,
A marbled glory of yesterday.
Now we keep our thieving hands,
Eyes cast down,
And try to forget:
The rhythm of a lovenote
Warm behind a lover's neck.
Unless the next time,
An Arabian night of mystical promise,
Where the characters flame to life
With the molten fire of dispassion.