Between Sleep and Awake

The hazy morning dew of spring Glitters as a Sheppard’s son Envelops a gentle fawn On equally wobbly knees. Clear blue summer afternoons Shine as a man Wrestles the mighty lion On legs of iron. Foggy chill-winter nights Freeze as a grey-haired man Nods to a inky crow On sticks of wood. Between hypnagogic trances And vivid hallucinations The flats, sharps, and rests Of tones reflect off A Queen Alexandria’s wings As the Monarch soars by At seventeen miles per hour. Taking place in dreams and time. Insomnia begins to blend Real and fantasy Today and tomorrow Then and now Who and how Misty harbors of psyche Attain carnal knowledge On the grassy knoll of Psilocybin. Exploding Inside a weary head With finger paints On a black canvas. Fickle now the transcendence Of the color spectrum As it aligns to those Who die and are dying