The Calligraphy of Dreams

The ink flows from the blunt nib,

descenders probing,

anticipating

the line below,

until answered

by ascenders.

We become distracted.

In mid-line - a new hand writ,

curlicues flowing

proliferating,

in high number

until entwined

and meaningless.

We are soon awakened.

The sheet is stained with pale ink,

parchment crumpled,

demonstrating

the sleep of fools,

until aroused

by succubi.

We renew our scribing.

The dream fades like woven smoke

signifiers lost,

symbolising

the low below

until replaced

by silverpoint.