Lady

Sep 4

I AM the Lady of the Night

Dream: Thread, Yarn, Pearl, Glass| Canvas

9”x12”

Lady

The shades of black
wrestle and rumble,
till they end their childish banter.

I stay awake
as the dreamers sleep,
hear them drizzle into
the woven fabric.

So peacefully they weep,
no thoughts,
breath uninterrupted.

And I swim through the exhales and inhales.
The ocean flows through me,
the moon sings me a song.
Eyes twinkle with stars.

I am given the finest lamb
and grapes that tremble wine.

Here, I descend through those vines,
down the spiraling bead,
onto the eternal plea of my children.

Now now, child, your dreams will no longer be my memories,
but stories of my woven threads.

• in private collection

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