I dreamed a warning,long,slow and clear.
I woke in the morning,trembling with fear.
Great trees ,whose branches danced high in the sky,
bent low in the wind and kissed the ground.
And out of the silence the great noise of fear
the rushing of blood pounding in my ear.
The great wind rushed onward,it came from above
where no stars were shining and the moon had gone out.
The sky full of menace,yawned black and vast
and terror lurked from a terrible past.
In the wake of the wind a shower of sparks
unleashed through the sky from unknown parts.
The path of destruction glowed orange and black
as anguish howled and echoed back.

Released from the sun the planet flew
spinning faster and faster out of view.

I can almost feel it
Such tranquility
The warmth of the lights from street lamps
Shine down on me like a tractor beam
Radiating through me
Like its sole purpose is to aid in my inner peace

My heart begins to race
As I pace to catch my bus
Smile on my face as I need not wait
For the next one

Street beggars, political and criminal offenders headline newspapers
Refusing to waste time
My eyes find comfort in mother nature
But for now I'm planted firmly in my comfy isle seat on the train
Destination Shepards Bush
Fake news de ja vu 2020 vision
But I see no bush in sight

I stay focused yet intrigued
Stuck but I refuse to run
Plagued by unfamiliar faces in a delightful way
A mother and her young
Admiring the magnetic energy between couples as they touch tongues
Like two pieces of the same puzzle

The hustle returns as I step off the train
An anomaly in the rat race
Stress levels adjust accordingly
Humans barging through my personal space
Forcing me ... to keep my cool.