Wednesday, 21 October 2009


I sometimes exist in a dream-time -
I’ll reach out with a piece of dream,
Held tenderly,
Offering to those who would see it’s worth -
To be returned shattered,
It’s value lost in the taking.
I stand exposed - a fool bearing fools gold.
But I still dream,
And if just one accepts
and offers their dream in return,
We can be fools together, with our gold!