i dreamt of yellow roses
fragrant suns of misted dawn’s
dew kissed petals
that promised summer
as you sailed on the morning
shafts of light
that painted the speckled air


In my dream

In my dream
we found the lake at sunset
the light like stained glass
behind the whispering trees

in my dream
the shining water’s ripples
refracted upon your skin
and imagination seized

in my dream
the world hummed a bossanova
each note would wet my lips
with the song of our kiss

in my dream
the dance we danced consumed
and with every passioned step
heartbeat’s almost missed

in my dream
we became one after dark
the fresh spring night
our blanket sheets

in my dream
you dreamed me too
so we’d wake to morning’s touch
and make both dreams complete.

The Hunt

the tiger stalks my dreams
her muscles tensed in readiness
lithe lines on striped flesh
her claws unfurled knives
to slice through my defences
breath shallow and quiet
yet warm and hungry felt
through the undergrowth
of my subconscious
we know of each other’s presence
but neither makes a sound
for what seems an eternity
as we prepare ourselves
for the hunt.

Dream #17,730

I dreamt of comic books in braille
and naked ladies riding snails
and trains, because I always dream of trains,
and birds that spoke of countries new
court jesters painting the town blue
and that French film with all the kissing in the rain.

I dreamt of eyes that stole the world
and as my dream slowly unfurled
I understood the symbols I could see
at first glance each vexed up my mind
so I let them completely unwind
and each image breathed a sigh of you and me.

Dream Sequenced

Recurring themes
of trees and rain
forgotten dreams
of sex and trains
(thanks Sigmund)
of regrets and death
insecurity symbolised
in tooth decay
and chase sequences
they bleed again
from the open wound
of my imagined pen
which tears the flesh
of my soul’s blank page
in the effort
to regain them
and in some cases
banish them
from my psyche
at least for a while