‘Twas in a dream, no just my mind,
Perhaps was in the things I find;
Before my eyes this universe
On inspiration I traverse.
The stars that shine with silver light
Now pierce the ink of deepest night,
To find my eyes with yearning thirst
Beneath your wine my flesh immersed.
Then tinder heart begins to burn
With passion for the art I yearn;
My hand takes hold, a portal pen,
Whilst standing in this lonely glen.
My heart alight with passion’s flame
Encaged in verse, these words exclaim,
Before the leaves with scarlet stains,
Of harmony my mind regains.
Now embers smolder in the wake,
With wisps of smoke as ashes break…
A poem remains, a searing brand
That left my heart a barren land.