Dream Time Poetry

‘twas not the spark of passion
nor the advent of desire
but the shudder/shake of terror
brought up from her recalls.

It’s not to say she didn’t know
love hovered near to still her fear
but so much more she needed then
to make of life a good event.
It didn’t come. She called again,
again, again, again,
until still wrapped in sheer terror
she [...]

Even that which we have will be taken away
and it’s like nothing ever is meant to stay
and the moon tonight full in the sky
can’t compensate for the pain I imbibe.
But ne’er is it swallowed and gone like the moon
when sun rises up to declare a new day
for it sits like a boulder, a rock, pebble [...]