Dream Gate

Meet me again 

at the moondial 

the dream gate

that we may be swept away

into the heart of sleep

and I will 

teach your lips to taste

honey 

until the stars burn up

above us

and are consumed.

I have been pouring out

wisdom from a dark glass

and it is nearly gone

only the residue is left

and that is not enough 

to make us forget

that we are mortal.

Won’t you lean in

just once

and be lost,

won’t you lick one drop

from the lip of the cup?

I have been chalking

spells

all over the parking lot

for protection 

for redemption 

that we may remember 

who we can become 

before our dream is over

and our sleep is done.

Photo courtesy of David McCaskill

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