Dreams Poem by Leonard Ninwie

The breath of woes linger here and there
Flaring like the undying fire-pits of hell with
The wishes of yonder; green and rife
Where this tanned bark glister in albumen
And the sign post to the misery forged
Anew in wealth and power above fathom
Yachting above the abyss of destitution
Docked among haves in these havens but
At the gallop away from the erstwhile if the
Donkey had horns, there’s fear of losing memory
Sweet and bitter; the sap of life’s vine, refreshes the
Mind that the greatest gift is the weakness of humanity
The power of the flesh to love, hope and dream
Without which man is hollow and dead.