Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray24 Jun 2014


in my dreams
we are walking in the garden
rows of trees cool of night
fingers playing lightly
over leaves

your tread is soft your steps
weave between the bushes
like a dancer you move
in your own world
without thought

sight carries
you along there is no music
only song we were invited
to walk here in this place
where there is
no noise

the sun and the moon
share the sky the earth
makes love to the sea
and the wind blows

there are words
spoken among the trees
we watch
called to partake

the dreamer dreams

memory traces its tapestry
bringing colours into the day
the scent of pomegranates

you sit on my bed
and offer me fruit
we drink deep
on its juices

among the trees
musicians play