Upon the inside of my dreams
There was no wind when i took
the watch across the seas

& when the ocean withdrew breath
and waves white-capped
i saw clouds of glass

within amora my heart said
‘roll over, roll over.’
how i had awaited restlessly

Upon the opal glass finally
talking sweet /within my ear,
the sound so strange, ‘mistral,
mistral…’ \

winds_____close your eyes again
my gentle breathing giant.

:: 01.29.2024 ::