Lost in Dream

This story is of the ocean, and of what lies beneath the waves.
many works have started there, down inside the

It was eight fifteen in the mad man's dream,
and in solitude, he slept.
The man was dead, cold like stone,
but in this dream

Last night I saw him.

Beautiful smile, beautiful grin.

He was alive and well in my dream

I had yesterday again as though it

Nightmare

Winged termites do a mating dance
Around the gateways of my head.
Dandruff flies from my house's roof
Into an unsuspecting

I JOURNEY THERE IN ALL MY DREAMS

I long for buttercups and daffodils,
All of springtime's lovely frills.
For apple blossoms