a little silliness

the smoke swirls around the corner
as the rain drips from the trees
and the somnambulist awakens from his dream

every angle a mirror
every reflection a distant view of some changing season
a soft parade of hide and seek

in real time we become the elfin race
and watch the roots cling to sod as we scrape away the tears
that fall as we walk into the shadows

dance on home you quickened faun
creep unto the lazy dawn that lies beyond your sleepy eyes
and beckons with a barking dog, a fading light, a breath inhaled within a moist night

stars paint the darkness with their silent screams
we watch the one hold onto dreams
slightly disremembered in the woodland promise made

he is us and we are he
and such is how it’s meant to be
as one and one and one make three