In Sleep Answers Come

A tangled nest of boughs

Known with child-like intimacy

Deep rooted in earth memory –

Such the drama of winds and clouds.

Steps into lightening hours

Steps to heal deep wounds

Steps to the river to bathe

Steps between steps –

Who follows, who leads?

Passing moments diamond hard

Falling inward becoming blossoms,

The skin of the river

Defined by its movement.

A bare woven tapestry

Skein of vulnerability & strength

The raw cry in the night.

Leaves crisp and defined,

Sparrows rotund and restless.

Of such ephemeral tissue

Faced by emptiness and a thousand avenues

Our masks of civilised manners glow,

In sleep answers come.

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