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The steady rain turns my mind switch to sleep,
for the week has been hectic and monetised.
Between sleep and awake, I hover in a dream.
A bloke dressed in a sheet talks with intention,
then turns to me and says, “Why the hemlock?”
I awaken and drop my cup.
Dream petals fall on a once young face
A distant bell chimes of love’s union
The smell of roses intensifies
Young lovers speak vows to live in love
My dream petals continue to fall
Waiting for you to return to me
A kiss to the moon
Let me sleep without bad dreams
The heavy clouds cry
With you without solitude, I dream of living alone in a secluded Winter forest house with animals and spirits to keep me company.
Without you in solitude, I dream of living with you in a house full of laughter with the Spring sun moving on the table.
Longing with or without you.
pipeline dream of translucence
pursuing life and loving living
pleasing streams of ice blue
pleasure in riding a high tide
Running in the snow. The forest disorientates you.
The face of a wolf in the distance clams you. A familiar.
You slump against a tree.
Too young to freeze, yet too old to endure the middle of winter; distant voices sound.
You wake from a fever.
The cat licks you.
A dream seems so close,
yet, in the morning darkness
my dreams escape me.
A dream unfulfilled
sailing along narrow fjords
too poor in sorrow
A humanist dream,
thoughts best kept to myself in
this aggressive world.
A misunderstood person.
A bitch to some, yet a lover and a fighter to a few.
When the time came,
there were no lights in the sky, nor any miracles.
From the belly of the beast
came forth a gift like no other;
a bundle of innocent magic, a gift of a dream.
C & K 