Again nightmares come
Dream on knowing it won’t end
When I am awake

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Dream therapy

I dreamed of you again, yet this time it was not you.

I walked through the ground floor of Queen Margaret’s hospital, a place I havent been for years, talking on the phone.
The line went dead.
Frustrating though it was, it was not a conversation I was engaged with.
I looked out of the ground floor window at the grass.
Why I was there I do not know.

My phone rings
I look down
Your name
Staring back
Hands shake
I answer
Hello?
No sound
Then crackles
Your mother
My heart
Breaks
Is that you
Yes its me
(I get her name wrong as always)
She
I
The line
Or her voice
Cracks
She
I

My heart beating like a drum wrenches me from sleep and I am faced with the realisation that this is not true, that call never came, but you vanished just as completely.

Saturday

Fresh coffee brewed, sits cooling by my feet
(But unlike you I still won’t take it sweet)
As slow sad Country fills the morning air;
Unwritten songs of loves I wished to share.
Fresh tears now flow as music in me seeps,
Can’t shake these troubled memories of sleep;
For though its been so long since last we spoke
Still dreaming of your voice my waking chokes.
Dream-drowning in dark waters, wide and deep,
You pulled me out and set me on my feet:
Fresh silken pleats you’d woven in your hair
Entwined my heart, a noose I cannot tear.
Reality will not resume this week
For nothing here can give me what I seek.

Walls so thin, I can hear your heart beating still.

The days
Where walls
Between universes,
Paper thin,
Dissolve.

So Hard.

There,
A different life,
Holding hands
In sun
On sand.

Here,
I blow
A kiss
Across
The Universe
And time.

Dreams

Once again, within a dream,
Upon a street you’ve never seen
I saw your face and heard your voice
I took your hand (I had no choice).

There, into weary eyes I looked,
And read your story like a book,
Though sections still remain unclear,
Yet all I want; to hold you near.

Dance with me

Spinning
Arms out wide
In reckless abandon
Dancing
To laughter
As the water flows
Fills the fountain
Its echoes
Sparkling
We collapse
One against the other
Gazing
Into the water
Graceful fish
Circling
In serenity
Take my hand
Wishing
Across the years

Dreamscape

A child called Sarah,
Whom I did not know could speak,
Who grew as I held her.
Carried carefully across rooftops
And became a kitten.

Broken buildings,
Rennovation with hammer
And tongs.
Tearing up barbed wire
And iron sheet.

The community,
Building a sandpit
And a swimming pool,
From a vacant lot
For the summer.

While the adults
Picked their way
Between the shells
Which had been houses,
Followed by cartoons.