The Fabric
Of familiarity
Is that me
Or a melting dream
A puddle on the floor
The cats are into the cream.
Or shaded suppositions
Edges of existence
Broken at the seams
They were disappearing in the distance.
Sunlight and the greeting
Of love inside the room
Spread across the walls.
It is knitted on a loom.
Piercing perception
Seeing through the mist
Into the darkened corridors
The sun has never kissed.
The fabric of familiarity
Stretched by normality
Seeing around blind corners
New checks on reality.
Signs of satisfaction
Seas and blue horizons
Mist before my eyes
Zeniths in the heavens.
A cruise into reality
All the checks and balances
Left hanging gracefully
From the bed’s valances.
Seen in nighttime dreams
Evaporating into mist
One moment on the edge
The next caressed and kissed.
Led into the moment
Next to infinity
On edge and falling
Into reality.
Or a scene is seen in a dream.
Deep in the desert sands
A trip into the nether
Off the radio bands.
©
David Rudder
2023
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