slivers of time,
surface in dreams that slide and elide.
Shards of memories, unsought,
glide splintered and torn
in the rip-tide streams of unconscious thought;
formless fears coalesce and oppress,
cutting a channel through emerald and jade:
refractions distorting the waves as they fade.
Faces unknown reflect in blind eyes
a meeting of mind they don’t recognise.
In a dreamscape surreal the sea is the sky
where islands are clouds
and the moon and the stars are startled and gaze
at the day swimming past in an inky-blue haze.
Made captive by sleep a dreamer must dream;
in the realm of the soul all is as it seems
until the dawn that is breaking releases the sun
and the dream-catcher’s snare dissolves a nightmare.