In dreamtime, he comes, my eclectic animus – sometimes raven, often tree, he seduces – first in conversation then in arousing flesh – Spellbound, witless,
Imperceptibly they disappear no ghostly trace I am a doorway – open, transparent, absorbing teleporting extinguishing souls, spirited away Eden-bound no return.
Mermaids have the best of life, she’d tell anyone who’d listen – castles deep on ocean’s floor, and watery skies that glisten I’d give up
Two babies, two cars, a mortgage, and depression I just couldn’t shake. What was wrong with me, I wondered. Was I missing something? Is there
I toil in the dreamtime like a night manager in a hotel without walls, catering to clientele – whose needs, so diverse, rattle the rows
Circumstances shift – breath the fertile air – let dreams fly; expand embrace change – hope, now winged, an explorer bursting with possibility. I would