Dakota

Mystic dreamer,

Covered in the blood of stars —

Your upright promises fall softly.

Casting identical shadows

Over the sharpened edges of avenues —

Your begotten twins climb the dirty streets.

Hanging from my shutter,

Your dormers pour out from my hands —

Watching the greenhouse grow.

Decidedly undecided

Amongst the rocking horse people —

They look to your façade.

Waiting for a cool breeze

To reveal your lofty hiding spot —

Somewhere beyond my eyes.

Where I take you in,

Watching, as the sun goes down

And you disappear back into the misty night.

Lost until you arrive again

In the morning — bright and early.