I was dreaming
Yes, this is true
In places I cannot explain
No idea of where or who
Frustrated, I call out in the night
And wake myself supine
Trying to recapture
These crazy dreams of mine
DREAMS… a poem
Paintings sold…
THE STORM
THE STORM
In melodramatic debauchery
Where dreams sit like
Birds on icicle fences…
Where oceans lap upon
The sands
Like strident lovers…
Caressing and callous…
Sounding for words
In fathomless depths…
A storm approaches…
Kevin Parish 