Wondrous Things Poem by Rebecca Dodgson

Wander through the ebony dream.
Walk on clouds with angel wings.
Wander through wistful wisteria leaves.
Walk amongst the wondrous things.

Do you see it bleed black blood?
Drip, Drip, Drip
Do you see it melt in midnight floods?
Drop, Drop, Drop

You're blinded by crystal lives.
Drip, Drip, Drip
You're trapped by wilting wisteria vines.
Drop, Drop, Drop

Here lie what lies within your dreams.
A word of caution to those with wings,
who think they soar 'bove lying leaves,
You're drip-dropping with wondrous things.