Dream Time Poem by Barry Middleton
Dream Time
dream time was my haven
the voice in the wood
the beeches whispered
and I understood
the cane breaks were thick
there I might hide
there I was safe
from confusion outside
in the green under story
where animals scurried
wood nymphs awaited
and time was unhurried
on the soft hidden lake
waters dark as a raven
mirrored the sunset
dream time was my haven
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