Perhaps they will tell

Beauty sleep shadowed the deep
Opening arms to stardusting eyes
Eyelids flutter, indecive shutters
Turning your night sky to think and dream
Tap off drain inside twirling swirling
Your world refiguring day...into night
What will your night dreams teach you
When you wake up in the morning
Just ask the day dreams
Perhaps they will tell.

Denis Streeter 11/5/10

dust in my eyes

you were waiting
i had died
i was living
i had cried
dust in ashes
real bones
rising up for
the unknown
wishes waiting
put on hold
stories telling
said untold
love is waiting
i ignored
i'm debating
being floored
you were waiting
dust my eyes
love is waiting
realize.

denis streeter 11/1/10

before

face off
revealed colors
off colors
burnt green
troubador orange
labrador red
tuscadee dream
left behind
doorsill
dreams love
before your knowing
before your ready
before you die.

denis streeter 10/30/10