He slept, adrift, temporal dream dissonance,
His dream: a woman sheathed within her magic,
Dreams that formed and folded, crested, crashed and broke
Within the swell that sought safe harbour,
Trees rooted in the swell, summer gripped by winter sea,
Sun warm upon his face, hoar frost rimed within his beard,
He shivered in his bed, linen drenched by sweat,
As body, shuddered, confused, accommodation sought with
Dream infused, chaos wrought vision of his dream.
Dark wings beating, ancient augur echoed,
Shapes shadow scribed upon the walls,
Mingled with shadow etchings cast
By dwindling candle and dying embers of the fire.
© Greg Richards