Alison Mary Dunn
An Ode To A Poet
If I move from this place then the rhyme will be lost
like the dreams when you move from the bed. All the lessons
we’ve learned between slumber and light are the truths, never making
the pages of knowing.
All we have are these caves living deep in our minds
Where potholes are many and where entities speak, on their own
in the dark. Here the hand has to steer very close to the soul
or it writes on regardless ever emptying out.
All these dreams, they’re for us to pass on when we die
so that others can read as they journey thereafter. Your words
lit up ...
Insipid and cooling
This morning dew has me gliding through its power
Here I can breathe more easily
See more clearly
Take my dreams to a higher plain
No one can question