My Dreams Awaken

Like the southwestern
Light of Taos
At the edge of these
Ecliptic buttes
Your eyes are hailing me
Between the
Angle of the sun
And the rising flight of dawn
From the sleepless horizon’s
Edge, to the same canopy
Of silence this tangelo
Sun awakens my longing for you
As desert birdsong begins
To lull my risen heart inside
This desire-scene of dreams,
Emerges to form your presence
As a countdown to eternity
Becomes the manifest of
Morning’s condensation on
My skin of burnished hue
And the listless sky of gray

 

© K. James Ribble

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