The Dream

Her locks are black

And flow like a river

Deep and dark

She turns to look at me

And beckons me on

Finger at mouth – silence

I follow but I know not where

Not sure I really care

The dream I dream

So often features her

The one

My heart

And every morning

We part

And I am left wondering

Who she may be

Is she the inner me?

Is she a memory

From another life?

Is she a god or faerie?

Or just a wrinkle

On my brain?

Her eyes seek mine

Communicating deepness

Wells of darkness

Hints of a smile

And a staring kindness

Let go, they say

Let go

Follow me

Over the edge and far away

Follow me and merge


Who you are