She runs away in dreams

She scars saw me coming
and then, she called me
by my name
and ran from the whimsy

Wild apple mint bouquet
sniffing perfumed whiff
hide & seek drifting traces
sweet-pea blossoms in her hair

Pluckin’ huckleberry kisses
steal away the bluebirds high
laments shall come to pass
dreamin’ on a summer’s day

Wild mountain mulberry heather
a breeze softly waft the scent of she elixir
hazel wood secret hiding places
rockabye me baby …

The song she was hummin’
shush away honeybees fly
hushabye purple heather’s pillow
cool apple mint sensual touches satisfy

naked misbehaving in dreams,
sighs sublime...

harlon rivers

Written:   August . 2013 ...New Moon 28 day(s) old ...
.something light for the new moon light

This lil 'real & rustic' folksy ditty was spawned
in a spontaneous feel good moment
a couple a sips a white lightning & a few days ago,
tryin' to meld and recast a one trick pony
(that be me [aka hella too serious}) take a breath less serious,
pokin' at this daydreamer and hoping for the winds of change.

The one in this mirror goin' on believin' in pipe-dreams
come true & nothin' is inevitable
and wishin' on tossed coins a hundred for a dollar...
The fool on a hill was too uptight to set he whimsy fly free
and now, once and for all, hence forth free to be...
silly 'ol word whisperer ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
an so...
she was running from me in a dream
and,
we touched souls

If we've climbed and never reached the top
If we've looked for and never found…
it does not mean it does not exists

There was a change in the atmosphere this dawn...
marine air drifted in from the coast
and cleansed the dust from the air...
leaving a refreshing taste in each new breath
all nature sighs with ann invigorating relief
from this cleansing, too deep for words (!)

sometimes raw happens & Jimmie crack corn
no wonder she always runs away in dreams...

restless rivers flow