The mountains galloped down today
all around me
riding hard the dragons in the
sun in an armor of mist seeking your
runaway eyes at an edge of my dream.
I grasp shuffling steps in the haze on a
flea market, the smell of rancid cheese,
dewdrops on your hair and perhaps a fleeting
smile when you once looked back
hesitantly perhaps trying to
locate a truant cloud between us.
It was the river flowing within
the city that finally found you in the
rampant solitude of a monastery as
my moustache brushed against your
breast in a timeless