··•·̊Tћe ̊ςleeρing ̊ɠardeɳ··•·


June 4 by The Running Son


“faeries path” clicl4source


··•·̊Tћe  ̊ςleeρing  ̊ɠardeɳ··•·



You are sleeping now.
Dreams could be a garden
newly found,
away from thick days you dream around.
Throat-ways, always

caught in suffocating
kisses from down-harbor
boys and off-hand missers. The too heavy,
and the too
quick to shimmy through narrow misses.

Stick with me. My miss
meaning to open
to dream sequences
of dressing to go out: frequently is

she found head-to-glass, aware
of the green whizzing past
so many dewdrops!
reflecting so much
speeding time, and undivided light.

Flying through light-dividing scenes
of you and me, feeling free
to brush arms,
cross feet, laughs,
coffee to follow, and no lost meanings

in song lyrics or lyrical blue evenings.
So sleep soundly in your
blue keeping,
and stay around me
until a lush, and wild faith in dreams

becomes a yet stronger
unfolding of facts,
and grounds you
and me
for all waking





by Jim Aldrich



fairies forest fae by amethystana

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.



26 thoughts on “··•·̊Tћe ̊ςleeρing ̊ɠardeɳ··•·

  1. Bastet says:

    she found head-to-glass, aware
    of the green whizzing past
    so many dewdrops!
    reflecting so much
    speeding time, and undivided light…

    this poem is very beautiful…these lines talk to me. 🙂

  2. Ar Vhee says:

    This is wonderful J
    Reminds of “what dreams may come” 🙂

  3. Carrie says:

    Love the line ‘until a lush, wild faith in dreams becomes a yet stronger unfolding of facts…’


  4. Nice! Love the artwork!

  5. Sky Vani says:

    So beautiful

  6. It’s beautiful Jim!

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