In dreams my blossom on floundering scaffold
Each branch so tender and green
The winds will stir and seek to unfold
Her beauty hidden in folds unseen

The sun does call a wonderful song
The season ripe like a ******
But still she dances in strides long
To music, love's first-time sin

It's I who dreamed the dream of you
     It's I will pluck the flower too

“Who am i?” thinking about myself,
questioning the things i feel.
Trying to figure out who i’ve become,
and what is real.

I can feel it fading,
the person that i used to be.
Slowly losing all the memories,
that once defined me.

How can i be certain?,
of the things i think.
This unstable boat i’m on called life,
already starting to sink.

No one there to help me,
my forgotten despicable self.
Like an old dusty book,
thrown away on the unreachable top shelf.

Last night I dreamt
I was a butterfly
light,  so light
as I glided like a feather on high--

all around was an endless expanse
of flowers of all colours---I
could hear them say---' You are not dreaming'
( I woke up ---still desiring I could fly).

he held up a dead coyote
like he had just won first prize
smiling from ear to ear
a look of pride in his eyes

the caption said "predator control"
which brought a question to my mind
if we call survival being a predator
then what do we call our kind?

Do you feel the once calm flames buried beneath your skin
Rapidly raging with the urgency of my nail?

Will the loneliness caged in the dip above your collarbone
Latch onto my lips with anticipation to be freed?

Can you sense the warmth of your love between your *****
Pulsating and growing with every movement?