In a dream
he climbed a tower
built from ancient seashells,
stained glass shards
and tide ravaged stones
with each tentative step
he reached further and further
into the golden uplands
of his own history
but the footing became loose,
treacherous and unsure,
his grip became tenuous
a slip became more
and falling backwards
he descended, screaming
toward his future.
dream
A Dream of The Dancing Horse
the dancing horse dragged me away
black and poisoned tainted breath
riderless yet spurred by midnight’s
insecure nightmares of death
we travelled through the broken lands
where ne’er a single soul was saved
from the terror of our travels
which scattered earth upon cold graves
no respite brought the new lit morning
sunlight dimmed by eyes of fire
only armageddon’s dawning
red as blood from funeral pyres
and in my fevered new awakening
each dark image fixed in me
for in my soul I knew these shadows
held store some part of destiny.
Black Eyes
I remember only
but blackest eyes
pooling darkness
endless as infinity
deep field space
without stars
or suns
yet a force beyond eternity.
[unfinished]
oneiric
black laced reveries
dark dreamed passions framed in red
visions unrepressed
Dream
I dream lace in flames
embers rise to the night skies
and become the stars
doncella de la noche
her dance of desire
at the altar of moonlight
no saint would resist
Butterfly
I awoke from the dream
the dream of a cornflower butterfly
and the pure white rose
and in my reverie of wings
the petals opened to embrace
with a delicacy of scented grace
my hopeful painted heart of fragility
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in velvet did I dare to dream
of the silken warmth it spelled
and submitted willingly
to the little death it held
for me beyond the passioned kiss
the slumbered reveries promised
my fate was sealed in this embrace
that in waking I did taste
still its perfume in my bed
and fantasy fast in my head.
Dream Figure
among a thousand ravens wings
death walked the field
his cloak soaked blood from the soil
upon which souls did yield
their lives to axe and spear and sword
and hatred without sense
but this dark figure judged them not
he sought just recompense
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death visited
he was passing through town
and thought he’d drop by
we exchanged pleasantries
I offered tea and cake
as courtesy requires
he asked about the family
I commented on
how chipper he seemed
we talked about football
and film stars and climate change
how the summer was a washout
but perhaps September
would surprise us
quite civilised,
our intercourse
but still
I felt obliged
to check the family silver
once he’d said “au-revoir”
