Today my dream seems set to rust Think it’s past it, reduced to dust Gossamer threads colour my day Looking at a horizon layered in grey Sure the dark is pulling me in. Hold my dreams, in my hand Sifting through their hues, there’s a bright strand Hold that strand towards the light Twinkling green,… Continue reading Rebuilding dreams
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
