Dreaming
Sandalwood scent
and candle wax
swirls in dream wisps
of warm promise
mysteries
enchantments
from times long past
Savoring sherry
and a good book
with the close intimacy
of the evening
Rustling of robes
on cobblestones
I thought I heard...
drawing drowsily awake
with the sudden rush of Autumn winds
whipping the pages
bourne through time
I fly with the leaves
in the deep night
clinging like Summer incense
on everything I touch
just a
faint
scent
as I raise my head
from the book
where I've been sleeping
