Poem: Rooftops of Amber

Of what do you dream?

Of flight

Above rooftops of Amber

Of the scent of Muscavado,

Bravado and sandlewood

Of ideas over candlelight

Of repeating fears and memes

Pipedreams and day dreams

And not quite waking in the night

Mares and poetry taking form

in the delight of synaptic flashes of inspired themes.

Of teeth falling out, of nakedness

and revealing all that cannot be seen.

Scenes of pleasure and pangs of defeat.

Of what do you dream? Of what is your longing?

Belonging? And place of being.

For it seems you are waking.

All is not as it seems.