Dream the dreams that once had tip-toed softly through your sleep Dream of the immeasurable, so silent and so deep, Believe in the impossible, yet be prepared to doubt Your whispers are just dreams of night that haven’t learned to shout.
Believe between your sentences, the reasons why you speak And also in those timeless things, like kisses on the cheek, Believe the night’s exquisite silk that slips across your face And wraps the dreams you need to keep, in fluttering snow white lace.
Savour the scent of midnight green and breathe the forest’s air So many scents are captivating, and yet none can quite compare, Soft moonlight on a silent dell still calls in its own way And even though it is unheard, has still so much to say.
Those things you see behind closed eyes are more than shades of grey They are more like the echoes coming back from yesterday, And all you need to do to is catch them softly in your hand Then as you arise to wakefulness, you’ll surely understand…
Not Too Verbose, Like Other Goose, Bla, Bla, Bla, Yeh…. Not a Communal Preferer, Like Other Piles Of Manure, Brag, Brag, Brag, Ney…. Like a Lactose Heart; Glorious, So Pious, Meant For Reverence; Reliable. Too Practical, So Mercurious, Far Concise,
The skin drifts: explores the trash: Atlast the path was liberated. Each leaf becomes a face of a felled tree outside the wisdom; you make death on water. Accidental – reversal of pathology, a hospital expires in bed; peace was
In dreamland the fairytales are in danger.The dream meanies are on the loose.They have scrambled Humpty Dumpy and they have kidnapped Mother Goose. So meet me in Sandusky or somewhere in between it’s a covert operation so come by submarine.
As lovely as the bright night the trees filled with glimmer as they tremble with tears dripping from their limbs. Glaring in a distance at the pole wires busy with droplets trying to make their way to safety as if