From wind that cried then softly died, until at last it merely sighed, A memory wrapped in imaged song, without the need for right or wrong A cornerstone of long ago, when life still had somewhere to go, A memory intertwined with dreams, at least that’s how yesterday seems Soft evening fog that came to call I gathered like a whispering shawl To wrap round halos of the night, such a complex celestial sight Of gas lit gauze in moonlit mist, cloud faces that I once had kissed When nights were long and days kept pace, in lavender and silver lace. A symbiosis based upon those dreams and nightmares now long gone Came to me riding shades of grey, no need to crawl back to the day No need to swim before I fly, just moments where we live and die Those inter winding subtleties silk liquid shadows, satin seas That drift me where I’ve yet to go, upon life’s subterranean flow Then bring me to a different shore, a sort of trembling evermore Where I can write poetic stuff, when dreams are harsh or life is tough And when my poem is complete, I’ll rise again upon my feet. A sudden sense of dreamless truth, such shivers from my long gone youth Turn me into a child once more, another street, another door That once was real, and now is gone, no more to pin my hopes upon For symbiotic hopes and dreams can soon unravel at the seams, And part just like a quiet psalm, that lost its temper, yet stayed calm For all I know and all I feel is just how much life likes to deal Those poker hands that always lose, no other outcome I can choose Except walk in different dream, and head towards my dawn soft stream..