Slumbering Seeds

a cog in the wheel and a log on the fire of dreams I hallucinate unless the days are visions of sleepless delusions of truth its real and surreal when nights close in I used to be a knight in shining armour kissing the princess after conquests won life matured and dreams changed their way I became chipped wood shaved into pieces abrasions of a sculpture unfit for purpose a brigade of chainsaws stunted my growth the forester ruled relentlessly and debrided what was left of saplings and torn offshoots roots failed to spring up from the underworld weeds’ thorns cut deep into vulnerable skin and festering wounds oozed poison at will one day however a creek crept up from below viscous tears gave me a springboard from arrest I plunged in slow motion to follow the stream when I reached the ocean I feared to submerge too vicious were tides and the surf sucked me in drowned me but spat me out ‘return to sender’ still dreaming I built a beach hut by a rock pool drift wood sea shells and white flag of surrender octopus’ arms released me to become a dolphin no more do I have to save the world on my own because a small marine fairy liked my abode fixed my anchor with love passion and kindness the sand quakes and spray caresses our bodies embraces night terrors adopts them as friends for honest companions can weather the storm 14th April 2021