Monday 25 July 2011

Subconscious Drips.

Lying in bed listening to the rain

Falling through leaf onto a tin roof

Ballerinas tip-toeing; elephants in pursuit.

Dreams floating on the puddles of last night.

Strange dreams.


Apocalypse and the approaching storm.

Reality that is not.

A fight.

Drips in the subconscious.


Anonymous said...

dreams, reality that is not. i find santuary in my dream world, and frustration. dreams of wishing, wake up, its not, or is it.x

popps said...

May your wishes all come true.