Dreams

Disrupted from Nature's frequency in the very heart of Nature, illusions of past and future swirl in the wind of mind and pollute the atmosphere of the spirit with unpredictability. Time fragmented into pieces collapse at the edge of possibility defying the present: nothing exists in anticipation; mosaics of mirrors shattered in incompleteness, reflecting the tears of my broken dreams in which I cannot recognise myself. Dreams burn beneath the sun; the time for burning in love is gone; they will soon be melting: diminished, undeveloped, liquefied, and solidified by the cooling currents of neglect. Stones sink like aborted embryos at the bottom of the sea: dreamt but never born—never conceived; dreams rise and collapse upon the breaking waves: screaming and squawking for existence; but nothing exists with a cry. Nothing screams for life. —we die…we die… we shall all die a silent death; a silent scream, a silent dream as a veil of silk vanished in the wind…