The dreamer


You’re spinning dreams

candy floss & roaring steed


a carnival of light:


dreams that stretch

a spider’s web of themes


to land in shamrocks

at my door.


I’m hiding here

beneath this autumn’s


bare branch, all the gold

the glitter gone, you leave


a sequin on my cheek

each time we speak


you make me smile

remember beaches


framed by frangipani flower:


& so I laugh

to hear your voice


on wind – torn night

I listen still


in the still darkness

of owl time, a waft


a weft, attached by

sugar dreams


to lull me in my sleep

to dream of ‘’we’’.


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