I am still with sleep as nectar of the gods, and wanting to fully juice and fruit my dreams.
Sleep - Nectar of the Gods
Juice the place where dreams build and stream.
Reach into the dark.
Bring back fruits
stirred to bump and clump,
wake, startle, and settle.
Juice the labyrinth walk.
Arc the neurons of the brain.
String past, present and future,
like a necklace of beads,
dipped in the lake of swans.
Invite creatures from under the bed,
to a table set with cookies and tea.
Play all the parts, the dialogue yours,
a child in the nursery
with dolls and animals,
still made live,
cells sucked and re-tucked,
the shimmer caught,
like a shadow,
in day.
Juice the sacred within.
