Morning Gales

Morning gales, whirling upon me
In the heart of sought salvation,
Thoughts colliding, morning gales
Nearing thresholds of light
Take me, make me awake so alive
Across time, ebbing in empty flight.

Girl Sleeping

Girl sleeping across the isles
What dreams behold her
What dreams do take her
Thoughts occurring, stirring up
Into her restless—resting mind
Unmoving—motionless against movement.