REVIVED

Peter Woodgate

Dreams unfolding

and horses thundering on the sands at dawn,

seagulls crying

and mists that mingle with a thought that’s torn

from half-sleep

the slumber of a mind aware,

cautious of a notion

and love I could not share.

 

This drowsiness, now, has ended

and concepts of the gloom to come

have disappeared,

with tenderness, my heart, now free, is won.

My dreams are not now apprehensive

containing spectres that accrue,

instead there is a warm and glowing light,

a radiance, that’s you.   

Copyright Peter Woodgate