I.
Walking the avenue of pines
a lion saunters on the
grassy side, entering
a portal in a tree
II.
a rope ladder, leading upwards
to the sound of a pounding drum
The stars and moon glisten in the night
we the poets and storytellers leaving
messages for generations to come
IV.
Through the haziness a vision appears
in the desert sun two snakes hiss
where the cactus blooms
V.
Standing on the highest mountain rock,
a warrior, to the left a valley and to
the right a fading river, where have
the buffalo gone, the tribe wonders
VI.
Clinging to a sheer cliff, unable to find
the next foothold, adventure awaits
the choice is mine
VII.
Stepping into the enchanted circle of
oak trees, the center a soft bed of leaves
the invitation to journey is clear
linking with dVerse
hosted by Laura writing
fragmented poetry
Thank you for visiting
Authors note: These are actual fragments from my dream journals