My Itsy-Bitsy Breath

My itsy-bitsy breath wakes
To ignite the marrow of my soul
Washing the pain of a pleading mind.
I drift into a dreaming sky
Where the moon slips past kliegs of stars:
In the flickering scent of a blue silence
Dew hangs on mòonbeams
Caught in a Borealis song;
Heartbeat of a copper night
Cicadas chant a lore--a vintage beat
Rhythm inked azuline
Sequined, pencilled, on
Lattice of Moonflowers
Slipping into the quietude of anguish
I tuck my dreams
Under my pillow.....