~through a fiddler's lens~

~ In Dreams ~

in dreams while dressed in

fluttering silk

I run barefoot 

across the sand

dancing in pirouettes
around the waves as they 
lick the shore and try to leave

salty kisses on my toes

until I leap full on

into the caress of their

combined entity

which ebbs and flows

at the moon's baton

and breathes words of 

grace and love and levity

into my open arms and

heart 

whose yearning for freedom

is great enough 

to hold

the infiniteness of the sun.