Burns, scars, rivulets through
charred ice and sand.

Visible columns of air supporting
skyscrapers made of feathers.

Ear piercing bells with
cotton-ball clappers
breaking the silence heard
through sensitive fingertips.

Sunlight whispering, then
shouting through sleep starved eyelids.

Again to dream, once more to awaken.

Robert Macbride 1992 ©