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  • Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.

    To quote a greater bard, who I personally blame for that

    sartorial phase. Of bright yellow daffodils,

    unraveling cardigans and thick lensed NHS spectacles.


    Last night she called to me.

    A siren.

    Whose song, a harmonic refrain carried on the breeze.

    gripped my senses, exhorting me to ...

    what?

    I don't truly recall .... for


    In the morning only vagueness remained.

    Sunlight eroding faint traces, of that twilight existence

    spent searching desolate cliff tops.

    Her voiced lilting, whilst my feet marked damp red earth.

    Of ancient light shining down

    upon frothing beasts.

    Who roared in unison, as they crashed

    against outcrops beneath.


    Faint recollections of stumbling like a newborn

    as her whispered song led me down

    steps carved in sand.

    To search for her deep within isolated coves.



    Clambering over damp slate surfaces,

    slick with brine.

    Feet,

    fingers,

    desires,

    sliding,

    out of time.

    I slipped, I recall,

    fell.

    .

    .

    .

    To awaken in another dream.

    My face pressed against gnarled planks,

    that seem to lead into eternity.

    Through a crack I watched shadows glide within the dark water below.

    Listening, but her voice was gone,

    and I awoke before she could return.
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