”Dreamweaving Nightstreams of a Woodweaver”
....smells of wood come drifting across sensual fields of never forgotten places i have been,
and so closing my eyes i fall back into the arms of the ‘dreamweaver’,
palates of sweet smelling and dust sweated glandular nodes come my way,
where the first one in line to get the feel is this jutting angular nose of so i breathe….
—-words come and go in the ‘nightstreams’ of swallowing light,
as i remember those mornings where i packed you in and spewed you out,
till you felt good in my hand as i plied your wealth of strength,
oh those ravenous teeth all chain-fully set in beauty-full deep….
—-fuel me up and fire away and i will make your dreams come true,
only watch my snapping tip as i can unleash the power of self-destruct,
and so the forest came and bent to man just as they will outlive the man of us,
lumberjocks as lumber-rocks and there comes a timber-mates and we are the lumber-ones….
Just dreaming a little this morning as off to work I go.
The good thing about a 395 Husky with a 36 inch chain on it, is that in a New England winter if you can’t find any trees to cut you can always go and cut some ice for the summer ice house. Right now my saw and I are doing time, dreaming of spring slab cutting.
....and yes another of our cats, Half-lap is dreaming also of what it will be like when spring returns….
....and what dream could ever be complete without sunflowers galore, just passing the time of day in the sunshine of a barn?
You all have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/