Waking in a landscape of dreams-
boats tethered to the sky
and waters wandering into deep green woods –
pools of light reflecting in the trees.

Bright reflections of the waters surface-
closer now,
more intimate-
spark across my bedroom,
gilding the lavender sheets
and the pale silver walls
with its watery light.

Rising water laps onto the woods edge,
spilling its deep river secrets
into the rocky ground.
Bits of debris,
detritus of felled timber,
flotsam and jetsam
of the rocky ridge,
float on the coves surface.

The give and take of high water.
The give and take
of light
and dreams.