Those little journeys I travailed — upon the birthed conception of a dream
before it ever departed the realm of possibility,
those journey’s traveled in dream, by day, and
in the shadow of a prayer’s end — a candles drowning gasp for breath —
those little journey’s, I traveled, my love — on the little years, the duration of
that one blink, that shattered my eyes — my soul grew roots — on the charted
earth of a journeys flight — the templet of a loom, a threaded plight
and bloomed between the leaves of your heart —
name changes, stamped in the time-lapsed stills in the passports of my mind
— fading colour
Journey’s short revised by life’s undisciplined rule of time — I visited upon
a simper, that curled around the jet of your inner-seas
those little journey’s, my love — my shortest dream
The shortest course upon longest road to journeys end — you
Those little journey’s, repatriated in the little homeland of my memories
length — the dream that breathed out the flame of my thirsting candle, beneath
