'dreamscape'

Picture rolling white satin dunes,
under a sky of unsullied jet black.
Picture Stanleys silent monoliths,
in perfect clear crystal scattered.
Picture the total absence of noise,
and how loud it sounds to mind.

Walking the dunes alone content,
only the footprints as companion.
Remaining equidistant from blocks
of glass reflecting unwanted reality.
The merest glimpses of waking
and the nightmares of conscious

Picture my so sheltered harbour,
a temporary haven from my fears.
Picture a well-beloved protector,
the smiles and whispered amnesia.
Picture the need in tragic desperation
and open the door to my dreamscape.