Dyed-in-the-wool commitment, knitted tight
to the reigns of tidy life will forbid dreaming.

Counted as wastage by common-sense sight
dreaming is seen behind myopic screens
and single-track minds believe this, blindly.

Shell off this misunderstanding, take flight
and join the first misty cavalcade to find
life that, only in dreams, can be seen aright.

Intangible clouds will open to notions
on faraway planes,
dress in right attire for chimerical muse
and fly deep ocean's
speedway to inspiring stars where fire
lit with gleads of potent ideas
vibrates inside a luminous heart, stoke
it alight and watch sparks
of melodious lines catch flame then wait.

New states will translate as words write
themselves, this yielding
to fervour for needing more dreaming
means insight appears,
grows stable, will flow and succeed.

Phoenix-Bird.

In memory of John White the talented
sculptor of beauty from trees. R.I.P.
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Rising from what appears petrified stone
stands the ****, elmwood sea bird,
head *****, wide-eyed and wings tightly rolled.
Sleek with much oiling, prepared
to a smoothness with masterful honing
to grace any home, careful
artistic handling sculpted life-like finely-*****
structure, feathery wings, rare
hooded head, feet webbed to perfection thrown
over elm boulder, toes pared
to sharp-claw completion, finely tooled cloning
of the real might soon be heard
shaking whittled wings to leave wooden throne,
and magically fly, stirring
dreams that a phoenix bird has risen and flown.

Crouching alone and always alert,
left to fend
for themselves little fox cubs
know well
how to silently wait, ferns skirting
the cave provide
animal comfort when rubbed
with motherly scents
but how long, it seems, this time
she is in returning.
Their eyes reflect tension as wrong
vibes fill the air
and scared breath pulsates, learning
quickly that danger
is near, desperate bodies shiver
and cautiously
nosing the air alert ears listen again.
We will not know
this pair's fate, but rivers of spilt
fox-blood instil
inner terror, long reigns of horn-fear
and hunting will
forever be bred into red psyche,
for when fur bristles
as caution senses evil man-smell,
wild hearts become
wary and leap to dig deeper dens.

Into Beyondness.

Over the borders of every-day scribing
lies the unusual,
get into beyondness and pen two sides.

Though above and apart search for the
yonder, transcend stale
mundane and favour lines rarely used.

Peer into remoteness of perpetuity and
watch potent duality
assign fresh curiosity about inner sight.

Looking slant-eyed view the abnormal,
kindle and set ablaze
welcome of strangeness, feel its allure.

Ascend to un-measuredness, imagine
the magical, find elation
by rifling wealth of extra dimensions.

Treasure the trip into this otherness,
expect no boundary, earn
discernment that nothing else betters.

We inched towards that space today
You and I
Where lovers pace themselves before
The taste of nectar
Takes their breath away.
We dallied in some dreamy glade
And made ourselves
Stand still
To smell the longing mounting, then
Me and you
Began counting seconds 'til through
The moment's glaze
We silently pledged our love anew.