A grey, windswept day
her world and mine collided that day
I met her on my way
to find myself in paint only for the pay
Shadowy grey, cold day
her face coming to me in a certain way
If only I had more pay
to be beside her soul and paint her day
Tag: dream
Banana Chair
Cobalt blue to the horizon
the warmth renews
Baking on the banana chair
pale skin turns pink
Adorned in blue and gold
skin sparkles gems
A Bold Queen on the Nile
worshipping Horus
The water cools warm skin
feeling oddly wet
Reality seems too close now
neighbours’ hose
Daydream Dream
A summer dress in winter
Sometimes green, sometimes black;
never brown or orange.
Unconventional stockings
A contrast of colours that stands out;
offensive to the conservatives.
Elegant and controlled
Walking in every nature season;
odd looks fail to offend.
A daydream within a dream
Falling madly in love with the park bench;
continuing the journey.
A Dream
It’s unforgettable to see you in dreams.
The way you move when the sea touches you.
How you touch my parts without touching my flesh;
you’re in my dreams, yet you’ll never be my reality.
Sea Words
Warm sea words move you,
playing sea music on your skin.
Warm seawater takes you;
dream away the sunny day.
Warm sea words call to you,
saying what you dare not say.
Cafe Dream
Sun-kissed cobblestones
terracotta places reminiscent of Italy
Plain trees longingly moving
feeling the heat of the clear azure day
coffee and cake on my own
Sunlight sends a scent
memories rush back from Gardenia days
thoughts of love, Jasmine
Forgetting my obligations
sipping coffee and watching people pass by
Lost in a dreamscape alone
Wading Daydream
Burning Summer heat
gems and jewels curl around your skin
A Poseidon kiss
Oblivious to reality
aqua sea, premonitions
A snake coils around your arms and hips
Something falls away
the past and the present meet
Your goblet drops, rolls
All the glory, love
you wanted to deny the sad truth
Love, a life no more
Sunny Love
Licking the inside of my lips watching the scent of her uncut flowers Blowing daffodil hair in the breeze Aching for a kiss, to be kissed such beauty in the urbanised garden Is she the witch from all of those stories? intensifying scents blur my vision She moves closer, and closer, and closer amongst the long grass, I am defenceless Gone from the consciousness of the living she is present, yet there remains nothing else The natural world appears to be vibrating I am under her spell, her control She straddled me and won't let me be free Alone in the long grass awake from a dream, or was this reality? Dishevelled and soaked my shoes have left me to feel the grass Birds sing about something Lipstick kisses on my feet and hands
A Deep Green Dream
I was here, yet I was there
in a windswept green with
the Northern wind words.
Lost in the deep green, the
moss, and the beginning of
snow falling upon my face.
Lucid dreaming of a dreamed
up land coming to life, the
world around me loses form.
There and here.
A Stressful Week
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.
C & K 