09 January 2009

Stealing From Dreams


thoughts of
you were agony
with utter bliss

no noble calm
resists where
vagrant emptiness

relief is sought
a reverie, moments
bought with Bacchus gold
for peace of mind

I steal from dreams
a pilferer who clings
to vines of memory
climbs again where

blossoms sing – they
seed a scent with
redolent imaginings
on which I feed
© 5 January 2008, I. D. Carswell