Expeditionism

Dive in and rise slowly
to be on a journey,
exploring the oceans of reasonings.

Dreamcatcher

A dream
caught between feathers and beads
reminiscence foretold.

Delhi

The cold is its own cave.
The dream pops and crackles,
rapidly cooling after I leave it.
I close my eyes and it's dew in a cavern.

A jar full of ribbons;
shreds of her colours
cut from his soul,
released to the wind
flying
showing her the way.

In the dappled light
There's a change in direction;
Refractions of me.

Aforethought

I walk in the spaces
between the real
and the imagined.

Like moths to flame,
we are drawn
to the chaos of our shatter.