The day is almost an hour old,
the rain has sifted down periodically;
the night is dark,
dreams are overtaking the mind,
which rushes words from its sanctuary
as the imagination fires up
image jump over each other;
the news reader progresses
through the list of disasters
that has struck the world today,
while the jester sends us all up;
wildly painted, with his three belled hat
that creates the rhythm of the
insanely driving music of the
living insanity of rushed interludes,
so now its time to meditate,
chase all the demons,
says some payers,
wash and descend into
proper dreamland.
Never a happy thing to read bad news. Hope dreamland was healing. =)
or see it on the TV, dreamland always wonderful, thanks for the comment, best wishes and blessing Charles. 🙂