lay me to sleep, sweet
Neftali,
read to me meaning and time.

open my eyes and close
them,
my friend

take me away
from this place.

i am a dream you whisper
as unknown
words become
familiar.

i am the flowers
that push thru
rocky seacliffs
to see

the ocean crash into
itself and the shore
to spit salt

at the moon's phases.

how many faces do i offer?

as many as there are flowers
or stars,

for as long as you decide to
write.

counting the waves
and your delicate
phrases thru
the night.

at a place where friends and
lovers hold onto life,
halfway between worlds.

at the top of those rocky
cliffs with your whispers

and an undying urge
to submerge myself

in your words.


-the ocean opens up before me as the empty railroad tracks call me back.............