Clay In A Dug

i had a dream that i was floating in a silent murky stream

my head looked up above the purple aeolian sky

i saw a nightingale beauty with its feathers lustered like stars

a voice that dozed me to somber, a squall in ail

as the moon with its virulent fangs bit the bird to its demise

the gloom that cowered with it clothed me like silk

and consumed me like a scrumptious grub

a thought clouded me that i was that beauty

and what became of me is a clay dropped in a dug

2.8.11

jeelchristine