Janice Marie Foote's Musings

Looking for a place

A fresh space

Where flesh wraps

Around love around

Silent ardent bones

Where sticks drop

Where stones drop

Where noise stops

Where clocks stop

Middle of the night

Darkness turning light

Silence becoming truth

Under whispering trees

Slowly falling leaves

We're not losing sleep

As we carelessly dream

Under the phallic moon

Making lovers swoon

Silver to the spoon

Gold dust weeps

In soul deep

Drunk on philters

We've come undone

Laughing at the sun

Breaking through skies

Love never dies

In dreaming sleep

Our souls we keep

~ Dream On - Janice Marie Foote ~