Waking Up Happy.

He awakes in a feathered grip
And sinks softly through the sky
Till the sunshine melts the fog away
And frees his searching eyes.

Salvation
From drowning
A storm in a teacup
An undeserved pickup

Choppered through driving rain
He awakes in a mighty grasp
A glowing shield to drive away pain
Before he even asked.

Salvation
From destruction
An unchecked razorblade.
Asleep in a forest glade.

You show me dental
And I'll show you a man afraid to smile.

Runpad

The dream flowed on.
It was the deceitfullness of the day
Build, slapdash and slipshod
Over the dross of past. Surveyed
Counted, found wanting.
This dream of delicate mists
Thoughtless and beautifull
As they clung to the hills
And thus outshone their betters.
And yet, fragile as a promise kept
Beneath my wandering gaze
Oblivian bested
Them, they faded away.
Slipping through my fingers
A tide of dismay
Thoughtless and beautifull
As they flowed through
My insufficient grasp.

Haltingly, searchingly
I find in myself
Those heady days
In the minds eye
Youth camps.