Skin  

I am falling into blackness of eyes
Spinning orbs
Pools in the night
I am fading into the tenuous circle of dreaming
Guided by stars
Spanning the once chaotic expanse
Of black
And white

The silver skin of dreaming
Skin on the water
Dragonflies

Skin of a drum
The rhythm leads me
In lucid trance to the water

Skin breaks on the sea
Waves crash and pound against the stones
Water collects in caves
Sheltered in blackness of stone
Spinning orbs
Pools in the night

I walk across the stones
Guided in dreaming
The opaque skin of my eyelids
The surf pounding against my skull

© 2006 Margaret Haugen