Fragments

Pouring into night
heat and cool rest
to blend

A smell
abstruing sense,
wearing of day,
sliding into an envelope
sent to shadow-lands,
I submerge to rest
in jasmine,
glimmered to dream
slung in a hammock,
bedazzled in the fire of illusion,
I lay in wonder of the cross

A lone cicada
trilled,
a twilight anthem settling
to a cadence of love,
drifting and distracted
by darken descendants,
phantoms of Grey
with no light's knife,
they twix the mix
of palate,
Ocher hues spread,
merging to black
swallowed,upended,
in the soft line
of the horizons dome,
mixing paradise
with the stars

A spruce air seduces taste,
to find,
this voids seduction
is to breath in heaven,
teasing to gasp
in this beauty,
and suckling to taste
in the delectable Grey,
becoming a twin to moon,
I am struck,
as half-light bewitches me
and swings my hammock,
to the milky way,
the southern cross
cradles my head,
and jasmine visions
are overcome,
listing in an untouchable bliss

I lay down,
abed of light
embraced by a universe
of my own making,
dream knitting
fibrils of saffron time