I have awakened from a dream of you at this ungodly hour
With words upon my lips and in my mind,
Declarations pending, liminal in style
But yours to me and these are what I find.
Words upon the surface with a core that runs below,
Unhallowed, but hollowed from a mine,
Checked for flaws and riddled
But diamond in their worth,
Hesitant but sight-giving to one blind.
In darkness of the pits and night,
Stars call to the soul,
Dazzle first, cause disarray
Then guide as days of old.
Sought among the heavens
Above, seven plough’d beneath,
Expressed in words that sigh with guilt,
Extend such brief relief.
Buried deep in grounds around
And painted in the skies
The words are writ in diamond dust,
Sparkled in the eyes.
Such are those that woke my sleep
And furnish here you see
But spoken not from my lips,
Such were yours to me.
Passed along from in my dreams,
That caused a smile to reach
For instrument that tortures yet
Brings to words thoughts breached.
Pivotal this hour of night
On unsuspecting soul.
Dismiss as fit but know, while dreamt,
Yours words made my heart whole.
scottishmomus 