Silence, amidst the storm of life unending.
Between the weary droop of lids.
Sleep, night-velvet sister, shines pale,
A slow falling mountain, impending.
(Blackout)
Fluting aswirl the turquoise swards:
The metaphysical me.
Frost-limbed otherness floats this astral flotsam,
Wave tossed on a foam-white sea.
(Waking)
Thunder, faint and thrilling;
Lonely call of captive beast.
Rippling whirlpools through cloud-circles,
Soul-travelling the road to dream’s surcease.