Dream Wakas – 11

A chasing wolf pack Hunting across midnight moors, Wild and weary, Noses leading to my scent, Awaiting, expecting, devouring.

Dream Wakas – 10

A hollow in the crowd, A bubble of purity, Singular, within, Burning only, one in flames Licking around the believer.

Dream Wakas – 9

Still falling from pages A waterfall of verbiage. The description runs, Pooling in paragraphs Draining away the poesy.

Dream Wakas – 8

Enter daydreamer, Blindfolded, shackled and lost, Rebounding from one Half-formed, bloated grotesque to Another, without a sense. 

Dream Wakas – 7

Still light arises, Hauling a mirage of day To provoke delight And stoke the ashes of the Crumbled husks of night terrors. 

Dream Waka – 6

My pitiful room, Discontent with a feeble Lacerated curtain Resigned to a flat, listless  Impediment of light and sleep.

Dream Wakas – 5

Statuesque mornings Numbly lit by diluted Grey held captive in Tumbling, rampant storm clouds Wound tight over the roughed dawn.

Dream Wakas – 4

Souvenirs in minds, Surrealist, visceral views Of Soliloquies That vanish with clouds of grime, Pollute daffodils by water.

Dream Wakas – 3

Volunteer to me A relic of owl feathers Dangling from oak, Set it high, near glass, Let it snare my night visions.

Dream Wakas – 2

Don’t gather sphagnum From courtyard fences partly Overgrown at dawn When phantoms of older days Will tire from chasing time.