Dreams

Tiptoeing into langrous nights

Where supine souls lie

I kindle in drowsy mind

Images of various kinds.

Sometimes gory,

Sometimes divine

I take them on a ride.

Under the ocean

Over the gales

Insalubrious yards

In lovers lilting bard.

Sweeping over the floor

Sneaking through the discrete door.

I show them the unreal real

In a world startling, surreal.

Making them savor and shiver

Over the reverie river.

I wish a writer loved me

One who could smell my soul

Letting his ink flow

Making each page with fantasy glow.