while moonlight is still warm on the bed
and moonshadows play across the floor
a dream form moves
through my dark inner house
and hands feel along the sides of the walls.
is this an angel messenger
concerning itself with
the soundness of my heart?
the strength of my soulseams?
more dark forms wearing police parkas
are looking busy on the front lawn...
am i in trouble? how would i know?
where are fat cows and lean cows in this dreamscape?
and for God's sake where is joseph when you need him?
behold i promise to do yoga and granola
and carefully ponder the mercies of this life
until sufficiently fortified against whatever must come...
but please God make it short and sweet
because i am already up a tree
full of nuts and mischief and honeyblessings
and there be bears out there...