Carry and care

Sleep,
the silent sentry of the night,
sends us signals 
without sight; we stumble 
into each other’s dreams,
tossing and turning 
under blankets, torsos tied
together as one inseparable
secret of involuntary thought.
Squirming in a wormhole 
wrought with shadows wrestling,
contesting consciousness,
mind-numbing movements 
plaster the cortex of the brain 
into an unrecognizable mulch 
of paper mache.
Near the border of disorientation,
past twilight’s early peak,
dawn awakens to discover 
sunlight’s stretching rays seek 
thinly-lidded eyes which blink,
black pupils shrink from the light,
gaping yawns hang like freshly 
laid dew on the lawn,
briefly taking in the chilled air
as an elixir to raise the spirits 
we put in each other’s dreamy 
lives to carry and care.  

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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7 Responses to Carry and care

  1. unrecognizable mulch is an awesome term!

  2. Elisa says:

    lol dancing is more funnerer for the dreamwalker 😛

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