Power To Recall

From out the mire of dreams I crawl,
nightmares left now obscured,

lost beauty feels at last regained,
as softly the harvest of my youth inspires,

a promise of words unwavering – snaking
like the silent ivy twists and turns,

then disentangles revealing the unexpected,
a minds fabrication adding myth to reality,

like Chinese whispers...reality sits in a corner
of the court in my brain – ready to be judged,

waiting to be dispersed...flowing like rivers
of memory, delivering harmony once more.