Latent dreams

 In latent dreams I have yet met, in corridors of my mind asleep - where the Cyprus trees reform with roots below them running deep,

Shallow water, lakes of lillies Wilder than the untamed heart, could never purge of my soul to weather , Whilst we're far apart

Such aging would shed it's leaves, a pinicle affirmed prose, in tiny forms of ink to touch, my hand whom holds your rose,

Dearly throned to prick one's finger, awake would have the dreams all run, and I lay In solice, solo, beyond that arvo sun

Such a time of madness, this confined space the walls around, Yet trees lay captivate in much strength, to be the same, just standing bound

I felt the earth there moving In and out of my eyes hold, The ground was paved with silver feathers, the trail to you was gold

So many untouched moments, before my waking eyes find true, that love in dreams of everlasting, come confined to you

And this roof of sheltered heart may come, with cosy nights and love fortold And in my waiting days for you,

keep fonder when I'm old, My limbs may cradle your absence soul, Yet in those dreams express such love In all those lament dreams,  there weaving, you sent from up above.