Dream Time Poetry

She didn’t walk a golden mile
or embrace a new found love
but wandered down the avenues
of a past long dead and gone.
Trees interlocked and canopied
her feeblemindedness
while the grass underfoot
gave way to barren ground
for ‘tis the feeble of mind
that must walk on hardened ground
until the dead and gone
sits on a burning pyre.
She watches in the twilight
the flames [...]

‘tis the silence of the night
and the din of broad daylight
that spins like lottery tickets
in the flow of normal life.
Round and round, up and down,
and this flow like living cycles
that leaves a gambler waiting
palm up for destiny.
First prize gone, second, third,
and the gambler makes a fist
in stark disregard
for what may follow next
and so what could [...]