Monday, December 31, 2007

What dreams become


Day of sea in the sky,made
From shadows and horses and plumes.

Day of sea in my room-cube
Where my sleepwalker's movements slide
Between animal and flower,like medusas.

Day of sea,in the sea,high day
Where my gestures are seagulls who lose themselves
Spiralling over the clouds,over the spume.

>< :>Sophia De Mello Breyner



4 comments:

bubbletoes said...

is that your mum?

Taaneyasinterlude said...

yep

bubbletoes said...

so pretty.
both, mum and the colours that swirl around her.

Taaneyasinterlude said...

:)