Dream in blue

as day's heat seeps
from tiles and walls
rising into white
moonlight
and charcoal darkness —
sleep
in the soft cradle
of the night,

rest easy
in the darkness
spreading over these
dense green hills,
let the night's cool air
wash your tired body
in sliding shadows
while darkness
settles,

listen for
rustlings
under the leaves
that hang
thick and glinting
in the night,
for sounds of the dark,
of the rosy earth
breathing,
and sleep
until the last star fades

until day
laps in
through the open window
in bright ribbons
blue and white
like a sea
cresting the sill —
gather yourself
as the gathering heat
leans upon the hill,
as the air
grows thick
and blue mist blooms
over the trees —

rise now —
blue day awaits!