The Verses
Dreamtime
Switch off the light.
Enter the blackness of night
and take a slow dive
from the springboard of wakefulness,
into the deep pool of sleep.
Ripples of reality die away
as you sink slowly,
soothingly,
into the depths.
Warm waves wash dream flotsam
towards the shore of fantasy.
The wandering dreamer,
beachcombing along the shoreline,
selects jetsam
and hangs them in the gallery of his mind.
Morning will decide
whether they remain intact,
or dissolve
on the surface of a new day.
