Tom.S Pease Poems

Dreams,
The unfathomable mystery,
Unexplainable?
...

It bubbles, churns, writhes, swirls and foams,
Always moving on never the same,
No name, but no passport to prove that,
It runs down a mountain from an unknown spring.
...

I fall
Deep
Down
Into the eternal pit of
...

I look out into the dark depths
The bringer of life and death as
One
The excited shouts of childhood
...

I wish I could
Stay like this
Capture this perfect moment
Freeze it
...