From his throne of molten gold
The twilight dragon rouses
To breathe white vapor.
Upon the countenance of conquerors
He gifts great ambition and grand dreams.
Tag: dreams
Decompression
At times
Only dreams
Act as those kind friends
Who help unravel
The painful tangles
Of everyday living
Paper Labor
On incarnadine sheets
He paints wishes and hopes
Black-faced characters
That curl and lope
Through a vast landscape
That stretches on and on
He fastens a paper steed to ride upon
For horizons of dreams
Horizons of songs
An artisan labors
Faithful and long
Lost Dreams
On the ocean tides
White foam drifts like scattered dreams
Hoping for a home
Where Dreams Go
On a bed of red poppies
We dreamed higher than the stars
And the wind that stirred the grass
Blew the sails of thoughts and hopes
Beyond the veil of blue to
An infinitely inviting space
Night Land
A sliver of moon
Illuminates the edges
Of a dream landscape
Static Cling
Dreams cling to each eyelash
Invisible and weightless;
A blink blows them away
And an inhale draws them back
RED GLADIOLA 