Sleep in the Dream

crown extending
to the hand innately
bound
finding only
melted wax wings
and their reality
cradled in her
soil black
rooted
catch and
coniferous dream
know the wisdom
of the forgotten past
as silent sentinels
whisper
birds
of the same body
sing
breathe the wisdom
expired
contained by contemplating
the knowledge
we
desire

- by Orrin Sheehan