Hidden ways

I head down my hallway
Dust mouse scurrying the floor
A Gryphon screaming after
Scatters me off my toes
Growing plural
Jumping keys playing fortissimo
Cocoa stirring cups
Some sleepy nightcap
Souls wrestle their dreams
Hips joint their confusion
Eyes twinkling moonlight
Wobble their sockets
Second life electric
Startled synapses
Another planet in the brain
Unknown to our origin
Fossiling ancestors
That deep matter
Submerging then rising
Kissing our flow
Sets it aflounder
Torch to our waking hours
Watching over our days
Our daydreaming deep
Its dark humor rise
Reading each sign
Each human encounter
Light filling and draining each vessel
Searching for some understanding
Inside each unknown dream life
Some continuum wanting love
Exploring all directions
The heart moves discrete considering variables
Or so says the mind who does not like to share
Just learn and take credit
The heart moves some internal know
Head and heart misplacing metaphors
To gather in a basket and sort later
That history leaking our dreams
Scurry our pavement
Dust moat our minds to gryphon conclusions
Playing our keys
To our belief
Wandering living pastures not dead to dreams
Wakening our human condition to yearn
The gravity of our journey
The hidden ways we read and misread others lives

Denis Streeter  3/8/15