In my sleep
I sometimes
wonder
deep
in old forests
among the lizards
and wizards
Nochrisis
Day 1207, pastel.
Pastel eyes
a highlighted
background
to
not see
a world
Nochrisis
Day 1203, light.
The light
from above
hides
what’s underneath
the surface
Nochrisis
Day 1201, pollen.
While walking
back
my fingers
graze in fields
filed
with bright white flowers
grown
in memory
pollinating
each next step
Nochrisis
Day 1199, roots.
A sea of green
surrounds me
when I fall
in grass
closer
to my roots
~
fear
of unknown eyes
between these roots
is what I meet
down there
~
among the animals
now
in this jungle
made of mirrors
I fear
the eyes
surrounding me
and feel
~
at home
Nochrisis
Day 1186, a day.
My kingdom.
For a day?
Nochrisis
Day 1153, for you.
Green natures forms
from spring
to climbs in the summer
in delicate shapes
for you
to
perceive
admire
obey
Nochrisis
Day 1152, I see.
From my vantage point
the trees are tall
in all directions
I see
my instinct
calms
I’ll wait
Nochrisis
Day 870, the time.
Slowly sliding up
for a meal at the ending
in lush green pastures.
Day 862, absorbed.
Waiting for the ground
absorbing time, decisions
and giving it back.
Day 858, another day.
Preparing the day
for another trail of sweets
and bringing it home.
Day 857, stuck.
Holding on to tight
On a narrow path nowhere
protecting a clue.
Day 856, fly.
Looking to who you
reflect multifaceted
smell test and tasted.
Day 855, blue.
Upwards to gather
light that pulls up to the blue
where seeds can disperse.
Day 851, to sleep.
A shell to preserve
when the light is retreating
and the bees do sleep.
Day 850, sunlight.
