A wonderfull day is unfolding.
A child has gone blackberry picking.
Along a thorn freckled hillside,
these bursting fruits do reside.
A lost lonely boy kicks a stone along train tracks.
To where has the fun gone, the luster life lacks.
Too young of an age to be troubled as such.
A happy childhood his mind doth crutch.
When misery is all you have known.
Childhood memories never flown,
Unlike others you may have seen, seem
to recall never to have had a dream.
A chill childish morning is unfolding
A shrill whistle through lips full.
A foggy dream this must seem
To listeners of the young trill wisher.
A wispy mist doth fill my mind.
Reflections of times past; I find
hard to loose from webs, a’dust
rememberings do mistrust.
Dappled nights do drag on
a mind not ready for dawn.
Too drowsy a morn
to watch the sun be reborn.
The moon; god’s fingernail scrapes the canopy of stars.
The moon; half closed eyelid covers the dreams it spins.
The moon; dappled rays of silver dropped from on high.
The moon; cousin of distant light saught, not caught.
An enigma it seems my dreams recent’ve been.
Leant towards she, the unearthly being.
Relentlessly the river proceeds to the sea,
my thoughts compared to thee.
A babbling brook my thoughts overtook
Images and visages never before seen.
A maiden of most beautiful imagining.
A danger you see to the hearts fluttery.
A racous roar the water before,
The loneliness of it out of it pour.
Down the cascades wave after wave,
Swirling and twirling sorrow unstaved.