Dreams No Bite Left In Life

DREAMS Many nuances – in the faces of my Children – come to me in the night. In multi coloured – shaded shadows of dreams – they come to light. They – in their histories journey – show me the way of free flight, a flight into what this soul has already come to know, so long ago - long before – on the screen – it came to show where it is , we come from, where it is we are bound to go. No Bite left in Life These tired old eyes of mine - no longer have teeth. They no longer chow down – from above or beneath, all that youthful, younger eyes - full of that precious heat – devour with such passion and agility, a mental feat capable of, by souls and spirits filled with divine nourishment while I, in a black hole, lost to the dark firmament, live, within my hunger, starving in my blindness for a taste of all the beauties and all the kindness they so graciously and generously sent my way while I , without ever attempting to repay for more than has come, on wings, to me. I think I now know ?, I think I now can see ? B. J. “A ” 2 November 1st 2002