Angel. A poem.

I dreamed that my Angel walked with me And we talked at length A gentle discourse about books, music and coffee And on the hill beneath the spire We explored each other shyly Espousing our thoughts in their entirety And we kissed each other meekly Thinking how wonderful this could be Stomachs churning with dancing butterflies Wondering if a love so true could lie I dreamed that my Angel walked with me But it was just a dream And dreams belong to sleep Continue reading Angel. A poem.

Scream. A Poem Of Dreams.

The angry tide The beach swept clean Refuse returned to the slumber of the sea The frozen snows Such bitter cold Ground disguised, glistening winter freeze The haunted house All empty rooms Cavities and mouldings hold mysteries The ocean ship Pitches, rolls away The storm that blows onward drunkenly   All these things Broil and seethe In relentless dreams I drown, I scream I dream about all sorts of stuff. I know you do too. Care to share? Continue reading Scream. A Poem Of Dreams.