I wrapped a dream around myself, then got up from a shadowed shelf
Into a world of in betweens, so many unrelenting scenes
Of who knows what and who knows where, adrift on somnolescent air
Through page on page of flame red skies, through evening’s ultimate disguise
That dresses darkness diamond bright, a dreamer’s pillow of delight,
For dreamers meet in shades of green, to talk of how much they have been
Bemused by evening’s shining glow, so many stars they didn’t know
So many hours of when and why move slowly over endless sky.


I called out tiredly to the dawn, she spoke with condescending scorn
Of sleep glazed eyes caught by the sun, a trip before the race is run
From dawn to dusk it falls apart, yet evening feels a brand new start
In shadow yet it dazzles there, so many things the soul can share,
So many lamp lit windows passed, until I find my own at last
Beneath the bridge of hope and care, reflections of a once said Prayer
That spoke of love within pure hearts, of signposts to where heaven starts
And gradually the starlit stream gave credence to my unwrapped dream.


I wandered lonely as the clouds, no daffodils,just chalk white shrouds
That washed themselves upon the air, baptismal were the showers there
Those consecrations of the day, the kind that strip your fears away
And grip your arm through shadowed streets, those places love alone defeats,
Yet now although I know the way, I sometimes roam, and often stray
Through rooms and souls of buried pain, to hold them close and kiss again
As though it were just yesterday, and often I sit down and stay
To talk again of then and now, of here and there, but never how…