Sleeping Wanting

When I was in my bed
I dreamed
And in my dreams, I slept
When my arms were wide I flew
A tree on the water
A moon in the night
My dreams were gold; wailing
Your eyes were stars; wailing--punctuating

But even my ballast was an illusion
Her hands were woven--milk and moon
Her kisses;
A morning loon in the redolent mist
And I, in the vastness of a bed without a border, enchanted and bewildered
Was yet without a language, yet without a father, yet without glory.

Impalpable

Those that amble past the glass store front are
soundless. Crooning in my eyes but soundless
nonetheless and there so delicate. Here
on the other side I thinly digress
to musing.

If I could dance with them I would,
but you too are on the other side of glass.
I watch your tenuous rhythm
string a shadowy song.

But it is soundless.