In Dreams

What can be captured in wakeful statesIs necessity, not choiceThe equilibrium often dictatesWithout a voiceTucked within forgotten dreamsA tense all too terseAs the lucid love of moonbeamsDelivered in verseBlood rushing to cherub cheeksAbashed in innocenceBracing against the rhythmic creaksIs hidden common senseThe days are made to follow onAs the abandon of empty flasksThe contents considered … Continue reading In Dreams


A cacophony of screams Wrench me  from the depths of my dreams Drench me Saturate my waking mind  Senses lie moonlight beams in the black Silence there The children sleep Cleanse the cross I bare And beware The burden of care