Scapes

In a dream I am screaming
with howling winds tearing at me

the debris of my being caught

in dervishes' cruel grasp

whippets and garrets
turrets towering high

promenade around me

circling to no end

fabric torn and tangled
gnarled branches reach for me

gesturing coyly aloof

friendship or fickle

dismount from zephyr's ride
earthy loam cushions

the scent, the taste, the feel

this sweet pasture

inventory taken
all elements sound

to rest, to sleep

solar gleam warms

In a dream I am smiling