I still couldn’t remember the entrance
Simply because it never happens
But found myself vague in
The long corridors of melatonin
The ones that led into
A room that became rooms
Different and many
I had been to
The open courtyard 
And the garden
Yet couldn’t recall when
The water of the fountain fell
Like the sound of a forgotten smell
On the timeless space
I think I was on the terrace
Then...

Yesterday, he came with lots of butter
Some yellow, some white, some grey 
Silent as ever, not a word did he utter 
His beautiful butters lay ready to prey

The sun was hot like a frying pan
It melted the butters and the man
Came evening, away the melting goes
By night, once again the butters froze

Today, a huge chunk of butter is it
The breakfast smells of milk and cheese
A diet very healthy indeed
But for that little blood and bone to tease.

The sprinkles may crawl

into the roll, the yellow --


ones especially.

Beneath the willow that wept at the lake's edge,
I sat nestled between the soft 'V' of branches that rose only to fall.
The wind kept a soothing sway that ever so gently left ripples in the moon's reflection.
With a book and pen in hand, I wrote the next lines to a story.

Along came a woman.
Her hair as silver as a blade, and her skin as pale as porcelain.
She descended to her knees with the grace of a queen,
Cupping her hands to sip from the lake.

I glared in awe, as if seeing a spirit from a folk tale.
What beauty, what grace... and yet, here she was.
She leaned back, falling to the grass, with her eyes finally resting on me.

Not a flinch.

She gazed back at me...
The same wonder in her eyes
As I held for her.

His potential love
Hurt
Because of the lifetime she spent
Creating an imagined story
That won’t ever be in flesh
First the death of a dream
And then the goodbye itself
Now time to reflect
And learn
Perhaps

We went out to play in a beautiful field
on a lovely Sunday morning.
The grass was magnificently green
and taller than us,
but we did not let any fear
about what might be at the bottom
slip into our minds.

I completely focused my attention on you
and the spontaneous atmosphere around us.
And you focused all your attention on me
and held my hand tight
as we ran like little children,
singing and laughing.

I placed some flowers in your hair,
and you made me a crown of daisies and lilies.
We took off our shoes
and let our feet caress the mud.

"Come this way," you said softly,
"I want to introduce you to the Elves and the fairies."
And I followed you deep into the forest.

Colourful birds stood on large tree branches,
watching us and chirping melodic sounds.
Right in the midst were tiny Fairy odd towns.
We smiled and told them how much we loved them.

Then the rain began falling,
and we danced without caring about being soaked.
You placed your lips on mine
until time eventually stopped.
It felt like someone took out the batteries
in all the clocks.

Like we walked on a rainbow bridge
that gave us access to no longer be lost in space,
floating on a spherical rock.