Placid Dreams

Ensnared, the wanderings of a mad man,
intertwined in layers, the
mind tears itself to pieces

Here, in the dark exquisite,
lions rear their ugly heads, gnashing of teeth
broken bones spear the way through
on the gentle tendrils of the mind

we sail on placid dreams ...

Along prevailing winds the waters shift,
on golden streams, stained by the blood-red sun,
sail on, my love...
soon the shoreline will stray into view,
another mirage painted on a canvas sky,

The years roll by,
trodden on, as boots to the ground
the shoreline wastes away
and the shadows creep upon the bay...
tired and tiered

Soon, the land will take us fallow,
usurp intentions, and planting fell will,

But at night, wings shall spread, splintered
in the dawn's cracks,
two lover's quarrel ends,

Streaked with pride and glory,
a new day comes...
And the story begins once more.