Dappled grey dreams
Within the misty forests
Of the mind
A sleeping dragons breath
Firey red embers drift
As puddles
Of cindered smoke
Whisper gently
Onto the tongues
Of Humming birds
Now muted
Like incandescent fireflies
Glowing, and flowing
Succumbing, no longer humming
Floundering
Their ashen memories
Now blown askew
Dreams of a Phoenix
Long overdue
Lie vacant
In vacuous vacuums
Drifting into portals
Of other realities
Of other voids
Of nothingness
The dream dies
Eyes blink open
Into another day
Of a different kind
Of dappled grey

by Jemia