leading from the silver thread,
fell out of the dream catcher,
on fainted reflection.
Travelling in quirky entanglement,
swirled towards opposite direction from the last turn,
CH 27 stitches,
Melody sounded like breath,
like minty smile,
like lips in water,
unraveled through the dream catcher,
over flew as introverted bubbles.
It was a pleasant dream,
in a moment seeking mutual greetings.
We were there,
listening to the shadow who spoke to the form.
and flowing again.
Inspired by Renée Azenaro's sculpture at create/re/create, an exhibition in den contemporary, West Hollywood, CA.