Things Poetic

Dreams Disturbed by dreams, waking in a sweat Ex wife appears out of the air, proceeds to make herself at home Apparently pregnant Wouldn’t be mine, having not been near for 6 years Not in a dream, no sensible thing in a dream Instead of walking to the door, I fly or float  Not walk Confusion reigns Bedding, rocking horses, baby clothes lie about,  Sky is awash with colour, sparkly with stars whilst the rainbows reflecting the sun remain Some weird fantasy world, Waking is very welcome 

 Sleeping Floating in silk, enwrapped with the solid mist of dreams,  holding on to me, the whispers, the images showing, feeling, wondering where am I somehow known, recognisable yet, also somehow otherworldly opening arms, lifting and floating speeding across the ground hear sounds outside of it they take on more reality birds, warmth of the sunshine tinkling through the leaves eyes slowly open, unfocused wake