Mind

Razor wire slips

From my cerebrum

To welcome dreams

Of past dreams.

Fragments,

Moments,

Re-animated,

Again and again and……..

A path amongst flowers;

A dark haired woman;

A house of mirrors;

Corridors to nowhere;

And that face always that face….

Smiling,

Taunting,

Beckoning,

Stretching out a hand

To lead me into the Dark,

Alone and not alone...parted,

Forever.

Sunrise.

Tears flow as amber rain.

Awake, the dreams remain

To taunt the present

From the past.

The razor wire returns

To hold the soul in pain.