Sleep Visit Angel The sun rises at an exact point in time. You know when you are asleep. With a golden halo of dreams about your difference... you are that which farms the fields dancing, a nimbus of rain about your throat, all the excellence in your smile, the dream woven scarlet garments, the fragments of light seeking shelter in your body. The sun rises when you take light into your mouth, your veins, your dreams, running into the open mouth like ocean. The sun rises when you goddess take the prayer, the fierce and tender petition in his eyes, and all melodious and green you wander the rooms of his poetry, purple supplicant to the flickering, blond light of the sun, outside, in the dreams you mix like herbs and grains or the breaded body of your worshipper. With time, like a crystal hung upon your smooth neck. I-onces secretly convened in the soft hollows of your sleeping shoulders. The sun rises when you devastate with kisses the face of your devoted. And plague with love your ardent admirer, peopled with sign-systemic totems, burdened by great sadness, the stars do not align, into this life, forced by thought, the wet, gentle tricklings. "In your sleep you visit angels." _____ __________ Stanley Gemmell Sep.21, 2003 WatermynPhotographer:Daniele MelatoModel:Brenda MormileGecko:Kabir
