Watch the river pass on by
Listen as the children cry
The dream has crumbled
Tumbling down the dream has crumbled
Faint echo’s of the memory gather in the groves of my mindscape
The time has come for the solar god to rise.
Apollo, phoenix from the ashes.
I have cast in my folly all that lay sacred to me.
The Dragon’s art enriddled, the art of art revealed.
The secret lay lost to the memory of forgetting.
Our journey has changed course
The winds! The winds have turned against our favour.
Overwhelmed by an addiction breeding,
Defenceless upon my knees
I refuse to serve you now
I would rather lay low in shallow grave.
The journey
The journey engulfing.
Open fields the senses yield
Alive and well I am she cried.
She laid down to kiss the sky
I will never die she sighed
As a tear dropped from her eye.
I have laid to waste the fantasy of evolving.
New friends and open smiles
Close me in your while.
Rise now to know
The kiss of bliss is morning snow.
His mistress distressed – undressed for her pay
Pass on by to sanctuary
I will find you there.
We set sail tomorrow for ports unknown.
The sea queen – slow dreamer
Movement of the earth
The city swells beneath our feet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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