Dacia Dream

preserved dead flowers
brittle and twilled
reaching into evening nights
toward the spheres surrounding

a Transylvanian shadow
ascending with August winds
past the Black Sea's sorrow
too static to mend

I, of the desert
dragging life precarious
trailing swirls of myrrh
diffused dusk beams simmer

Dacia dreamer
chasing sheep in the hills
the wildflowers taken
sipping life in stills

you, of the night
echoing my endless day
casting light onto light
remaking memories with clay

my molded motions flowing
desert winds shape sand
supple weaving curves explore
where ancient melodies recede

and now I've caught
time in my pouch
and watch it squirm
through my fingers

(I wear it well)

what is this old

geographical dance

reworking landforms

that overtake the day?

night flowers gripping
air beyond death
casts spells on dreams
and redefines life

sheltered somewhere
between hearts beating
waves crashing and dust
billowing in the wind