Early Works - Raptures Dream Poem by David Harris

A raptures dream of fragrant memories
a cloud dispelling pleasure sky
the formation of a colony of sons
a heart of rambling arms entwine.
Somewhere in a shadowy past
lies a threat to future things
a gorgons dream of many heads
of walls of stone and fortress bent
a sharp cry from the Dennison’s deep.
A world of torturous souls
where mentful visits are lost
nowhere to find the hidden man
whose armour has no dent.
No longer shall we presuppose
on where our destiny went,
a rush of shadows fall again
on raptures dream of fragrant memories.


15 May 1979