Muggy murky dawn clogged with gloom the abbey

Where his grampy sleeps ,

Through

the drizzles fizzle

As native orchids embosoms and blossoms in his lost vault.

like a curfew drawn in the church

The pew lost its crowd

With the paws of time.

Lone man sleep

In deep latin chants they petrify you

Before sheol purifies you

And litany literature lecture limbs you

When in overprotected embankments of battlements

They dry their garbs

Where your lore forayed growth

And sweat smeared smelt breathed wealth

Chagrin dreams washed ashore

lay as upon a cold mornings recollection on a tabloids sold column

which drew your freckles bolder

In a savour of remembrance

For your zealous zealots

Who on an another 'all souls day' reoccur revisiting

the truth of their establishment


in prayers
The good Lord adorn you
Let Lekker dreams cradle you
Your consorts concert never consume you
And earth never haunt you

You are the forest of my dreams.

You sway with the wind and tranquilize the unsettled horizons from restless cacophony.

You descend with the nightfall and melt the angst of advancing insomnolence.

You embrace the immure Sun and echo the wakefulness of a fading garden.

You whisper in the breeze and the Spring embosoms the fallen Autumn leaves.

You are the forest of my dreams.

You are the enchantment of my screams.

You travel through the perpetual reminiscences of an endless pathway.

You dance with the grasshoppers to the anthem of the reawakening civilization.

The syllables from your voice create a bird's nest in the branches of my endless thoughts.

Your unearthly tranquility creates ripples on a decade old river that flows through this ancient lover's timeless memories.

You are nature's sweetest hymn.

You are the forest of my dreams.