Beyond the dull horizon of wakefulness,
Lies a jungle of multifaceted wonders.
I can almost touch her medicinal mystery;
Their plant-like plenitude beckons me.
If only I could penetrate this shallow film;
The pulsing propaganda of daylight hours,
Where lizards languish lazily below the leaves..
And sink deeply down, hidden,
Madness: a form of love
To the wild womb of even-tide's twilight embrace.
The healing dusk of imagination's tribalistic dance,
The refreshing aroma of midnight's herbs and flowers.
The plunging of life's buried root
And the withering of its secret wick-
Amid stars dripping honey-yellow and bright..
A ritual camp-fire flaring, in the moonlight.