sink again.
Snuggled in my cosy bed, listening
to the rain.
Each splattering splashing, droplet. Sending echoes
into the night.
Into the rustle and clatter of winds, and the star streaming rays
of light.
Deep into currents of darkness, I plunge in
purple pillows.
Down beneath, the cold surface of sense, where storms form
restless billows;
and tides of grasping existence, are thrashed upon
every shore.
But as I submerge to the depths, my mind will hold them
no more.
There in the empty darkness. There in oblivion’s
peace;
no worry demon stirs my mind, no striving
for release.
There, all is easily passing, to unreality …
drifting and gone.
However all seems? In the ocean of dreams; I know that all lives
to pass on.
No delusion of permanence lingers. No fixing of things
to endure:
No Angel or Devil; workload or revel, can rest on a foothold
that’s sure.
As every distant night noise; paints dream visions, that borrow
the sounds.
So an ambulance howling to danger, becomes a wild pack
of hounds.
The drone of distant warplanes, becomes a feasting
of bees.
And the laughter of a mermaid, is the sound of the wind
in the trees.
The bark of a dog in the farmyard, becomes the cough
of a Troll.
And the hoot of an owl in the coppice, is a
trebling Siren call.
The plaintiff lowing of cattle, is the singing of Welsh
mining men.
And the roar of a car on the moor road, is a tiger who growls
in his den.
The shrill of the first light birds, hail the dawn, as a
Seraphim choir.
And the morning milk float that rattles, is Apollo, at play
on his lyre.
Daylight comes shining, reality’s barbs, bite like a shower
of arrows.
The sounds and the visions replaced; with the mundane stuff,
of tomorrows.
As I rise and stretch, and open my ears, to a world full of engines
and screams;
willingly, would I sink again, into the ocean
of dreams.
