Eye Of Night
Photo by Gamaliel Lane Gardner-Masters
The harbor lights have been shining all night. My skiff of dreams has sailed a pea green boat upon a groggling sea so bright, and I have found an owl deep eye in my pussy cat's meow of desiring me as the waves arrive and say goodbye, on this billowing breast of a lollering sea. Alice peers through my looking glass soul. She is dressed as Isis, naked and adorable, beyond the touch of my tabby cat claws, but not beyond this perch of you, so lovable. This owlery of peace, this tumbling yours, this me and mine, and you admirable. She takes me by the hand (I have hands now, not pads nor paws), and we dance upon the prow of this boat of here and now. And sail away for ever and a day until we make a lilting landfall of this haven of I and you. Our mid-winter night's dream, made new. Sophia follows me to this tavern on the strand and tickles the palms of my out stetched hands as I place them up upon the counter, and order chicken soup for two. The walrus and the carpenter pass the vessels of you, my dish and spoon and we all go laughing, back to the moon.