Walking in the midnight garden of lost hopes and dreams

I inhale the scents of not all it seems

It's here the Dedpoet speaks to me

He tells me things I didn't know

As away I go

further into the realm of enchanted dreams

Here, past, present, future, hold no sway.

Blindly I place one step in front of the other

Pathways are a long time gone.

All the while I hear his voice

Omnipresent, pure, urging me forward

Breath holds in my chest

Unwilling to escape,

Again I hear that voice

Leading me to clarity

Where at last I breathe

Rejoice

Tight roping the catwalk of life's hopes and dreams

I  tiptoe through trying to avoid hurting myself upon

Jagged pieces of broken glass

Obstacles to my aims and desires

Atop the saffron walls of my blue sky thinking.

From here I could allow myself to fall into blackness

containing all possibilities

Or stay safe aloft and on high

Continuing to follow my narrow path

My feet tire of this peregrine journey

And yearn to search for colours new

To allow myself to pass through deepest black

Through to purest white

And enter the rainbow

Where in life's spectrum

All souls glow within its flow.

There are times when I go quiet

Don't know what to say

Don't know what to do

At such times I am reminded of the quote

By Maurice Switzerland

"It is better to remain silent

At the risk of being thought a fool,

Than to talk and remove all doubt of it."

I have your soul

inscribed upon my heart

So love

Can never tear us apart

Gradually

Sleepy lethargy took hold

of the nightwatcher

As his weary flesh, blood and bones

Fought to stay awake

Waiting patiently for break of day

With sodden wet clothes

Clinging to bones

He breathed cold air into hands

Whilst dreams of warmer lands enticed...

Imperceptibly at first

It came,

A distant sound

Carried softly on the wind.

He strained to listen

Doubting his senses,

listening to the remote strains

Of a far off harmony.

He deliberately slowed his breathing

To listen more as his eyes strained against

The screen of fog restricting his view

Then again came the harmony

Only to fade and die,

Leaving him feeling strangely bereft.

He walked to starboard

Delight blooming in his heart

Leaning further overboard

Enraptured and entranced

He heard it once again

He was falling ever deeper

Succumbing to the wail

Of the sirens call