Dreams …

Tree reflections

Orange of night time sleeping,

Beckoning into my abyss,

Takes me journeys through fields of gold,

Time falling back, like a leaf grown old.

Riddles of life,

Pictures of love,

Past present futures unfold.

Drawing me in, to tumble and spin.

Picking up pieces, flying on a whim.

Bringing me through my boat on a sea, to

Drift until flood-light awakens for me.

©Davey Northcott February 2014

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