Interminglings

by Adana, Nightwandering Deznahdorean of the Twenty-third Generation

—written upon thin rice paper in her own hand in purple ink, this 12th day of Luna, in the
year of the Wanderers, 10,992, CE 2992, delivered upon the occasion of Sheridan
Bluestar’s 33rd birthday.

The smoke of dreams
drifts across my brow,

its texture
is that of cold,
clean water.

in the background
japanese ladies
behind bamboo shades
dance,

wander through halls of time
craving

their freedom,
long bartered
for love

in the eyes of distant
gentlemen

wreathed in mist,
crowned,

an entire range
of holy mountains

at whose feet
they are trained to kneel,

but I
would rather dwell
among the stars

with true companions

laughing
talking
joking

watching often
in silence
as the years and our lives
flow

into
and out of
each other.

© 2010