The Edge Of Dreams

On the edge of dreams I saw you Swirling in the mist Cosmic rays of light Made you turn and twist Nothing in your substance Was really what it seemed As on the cusp of motion You danced within my dream The tie that gently held me Became taut beyond compare And time...

The Garden Invader

There’s a squirrel in my garden And its eating all my nuts Hanging from the feeder In a way that I don’t trust The pigeons in their numbers Simply stand and stare And watch their morning breakfast Vanish in thin air That bushy tailed invader Really does not care For...