Dreamscape

The breeze carries the whisper

of my name

an unknown voice of longing

calling me from slumbers

beckoning me

into unfamiliar dreamscapes

 

I cannot help

but answer

this forlorn appeal

that echos

soul to soul

heart to heart

 

I become a wanderer

through this uncharted night

I move as if

in a fever dream

Alice in a Wonderland

destination unknown

 

Drawn further

and further

from my safe

familiar resting place

knowing only

that I am helpless

to resist your aching need

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Image by Christian Schloe

All or Nothing

My imagination was captivated this morning by the lyrics of Ryan Montbleau’s All or Nothing


The minutes

hours

weigh heavily

upon my shoulders

in the aching night

where I replay

our past

like a black and white film

that stutters across white walls

I am lost in our unraveling

recklessly hoping
to rearrange time

rewrite this ending

 

 

Moonlight shines through

bedroom windows

loss

regret

shaping the light

when their shadows cut through

I picture you sitting

on the back stairs

looking up at the cold stars

you look so lonely

like you lost the only thing

keeping you here

The indigo night is heavy

with words that can’t be spoken

when did our love become

all or nothing?

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

We Who Haunt the Night

My sleep is a broken

fractured thing

I wake frequently to

the dark night

disoriented

out of sync

lost in the in-between

 

I am a wanderer

in these phantom hours

searching the ether

for omens

portents

messages

spray painted

on tunnel walls of obsidian

hunting for clues written

in the hidden language

used only by our kind

 

What messages have been

left for me?

Will I decipher them in time?

I feel the vibration

of other souls

in this spiraling night

recognize the invisible

brush of fingertips

always just out of reach

 

We are searching

always searching

in this dark maze

but never meeting

in the center

where the starlight hovers

and the shadows

are not so deep

where there is comfort

for the weary wanderer

in the arms of our brethren

and blessed rest

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Night Music

Will you dance with me

in this silvery pool

of moonlight

that falls across

your face

like a watered silk?

Will you clasp my hand

hold it as delicately

but firmly

as though it is my beating heart?

Wrap your arm

around my body

let your warmth

become my warmth

your breath become

my breath

soft against bare skin

Listen to the night music

swell

expand

fill us with ache

longing

as we sway together

in these steps

of remembrance

this onyx night. . .

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Haunting

There was no comfort

to be found this night

in the still quiet

although it often

enveloped her

like a blanket of stars

 

There was only

the continued slow

unraveling of her soul

of her psyche

laid bare

for no one to see

 

She realized

that she was

becoming the silence

her very being

melting into the

fabric of the night

 

Soon there would be

nothing left of her

except a ghostly

scent of lavender

the memory of piercing

anguish

and lovely poems

upon a shelf

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

photo credit: Scott Sawyer

 

 

Night Watch

Originally published on the Go Dog Go Cafe

 

I am a dweller

of deep night hours

alert a lonely sentinel

in the house of slumbers

the very walls seem to breathe

slow rhythmic inhalations

followed by slower exhalations

occasional grumbles

creaks

as this sanctuary

settles its strong bones

I am self-appointed shepherd

over flock of souls

gathered into my keeping

cradled gently in my arms

I protect them from demons

the jealous dream-thiefs

that prey in the darkness

I sing restless spirits

back into deep sleep

resume my lonely vigil

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

Night is a Crime in My Mouth Revisited

Night is a crime in my mouth

waiting to unfold

on my taste buds

notes of tart black cherry

plum

pomegranate

white oak

 

Night is a crime in my mouth

waiting to be swallowed whole

neon light recklessness

your back alley whiskey kiss

 

Night is a crime in my mouth

waiting to unfold

promises made by your lazy hand

moving up my bare thigh

rich delicious skin

melting into mine

I long to taste on my tongue

everything this wicked night

has to offer

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

Dreamscape

The breeze carries the whisper

of my name

an unknown voice of longing

calling me from slumbers

beckoning me

into unfamiliar dreamscapes

 

I cannot help

but answer

this forlorn appeal

that echos

soul to soul

heart to heart

 

I become a wanderer

through this uncharted night

I move as if

in a fever dream

Alice in a Wonderland

destination unknown

 

Drawn further

and further

from my safe

familiar resting place

knowing only

that I am helpless

to resist your aching need

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Image by Christian Schloe