Words from my notebook

Dust Jar 

The corners of my eyes,

Full of dust and sleep,

Are shaded by old blankets

With ladders where the edges

Were loved too much.

Hiding between the dark matter

And the strings that join,

Quiet in the folded linen.

The sheets possess secrets

While I dream and wonder;

Keeping still and hush about the location

Of my mind:

Stowed in a glass container

And left to the stars.