Restless

The sands hook their shadows
Out closet windows
Waiting for drawstrings
But flashlights appear
Watching where they land
The sands shift
Canoes seem empty
Sky devoid of reason
Drawstrings open
Sky fishing line pole
Moon the sky waters
Midnight blue
Climbing dreams follow
Calling lighthouse bluff
No flashlight
No morse code
No Rapunzel hair
Dreams open drawstrings
Mining mind's corridor
Landing where reality left
Continuing night lesson
Stories pictures incomplete
Morning ponders
Closet sleeps
Story pictures
Reality ponders
Getting it right
Climbing dream lines
In measures of sand
Hour glass waits
Sifting
Canoes our dreams
Oar reality.

Denis Streeter   1/26/13