Horizon

Out far on the horizon
hazy sky and grey seas
blur into a solid vastness
of veiled mystery
where all colour
like breath
has been drawn
out of the world.

I awoke in the early hours

I awoke in the early hours
under an inky veil.
Floating among clouds
of cosmic dust.
My dreams,
like ribbons coming undone.
Listening to the scratchy pen
of the old Akashic scribe.