Drifted dream

We swallowed the moon
in dreams of sickness,
feeling the movement
as it slipped down lower
into the starving pit of emptiness
growing cold in the blue.
Sweat runs like rain on summer days
as the sun brands bodies
with the tattoo of red,
seeking relief we drifted to the edge
and held on tight
to stay above the fray.
Amongst the stars
scattered like sugar drops on black,
sprinkled to and for by the careless hand,
like unexpected words found
cold and sharp, ever bright
as it finds its mark in the darkness,
slipping away unsure,
we all fall down.

Days of dreams and ebook sale

Waking in the thick of night
dreams leave the mind through portals
of opened eyes and muddled thoughts.
I flounder about to make some sense,
the full moon says it all.
Deep sleep lulls
the mind that strays in fantasy
of unknown faces and remembered places
I stretch the soul into newness
and grasp the dreams
unfolding like paths
before me.

Good morning friends, I’ve had a lot of busy days working, but on my last two days off, I finally took a writing break away from my third novel.

My second novel is in the editors hands, and the third (the sequel to Tales) is underway, and the first book is on sale today at .99 cents for the ebook. If you’re interested in a fun read, Tales From The Thrift is the name and author is K.L.Laettner.
Hop on over into the Amazon portal and pick yourself up a copy.

Mood of flight

Stirring the senses
tall drink of skies fill the heart,
sister moon sings sweetly
as ears wait open for the wisdom told.
Stacked thoughts are patient
heralding the moment of bright stars above,
as song fills the memory and carries on
into the soul of another new day.
In a dream I flew amongst angels,
as long ago the souls boarded in
and flew so high we could not see
anything remaining but the snapshots of faces
and the memory of ghosts dancing on Scottish grounds
walking to the place they were beckoned
and I knew her,
the girl with the brightest smile
and I have found this peace
in a place from yesterday
for in the deep throes of sleep I hear
the voices of yesterday say
follow the path to the now
for tomorrow will come
and yesterday is gone
so embrace the breath drawn and love
with a heart that knows no bounds.

I had a strange dream (on the anniversary, which I did not know at the time) of the plane crash in Lockerbee Scotland where we had lost a girl we knew from my high school, and in my dream I was in the airport having forgotten to get my ticket before boarding, I walked back to the gate and found another friend who had a shopping bag from where I work but she didn’t recognize me and I laughed to think I had changed that much. She made me miss my plane chatting and that plane I was supposed to be on crashed. When I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, I popped in to FB and saw a posted article from my hometown paper about found things in the Scotland crash that had survived. One of the only comments on the post was from the girl who delayed me in my dream. Must be full moon season and I’m still grasping for wisdom from that dream.