The Dreamtime

I'll be making more room for them;
all those twilit hours
percolating my next poem
in the gloaming that empowers...

where night and day both conspire
to set the mind at ease
for the coaxing of desire
by gentle lumen tease.

There the blooms of thought come to mind
like a greenhouse flower
or fruit with a consenting rind
from a teeming bower!

It's a slice of heaven to see,
like a willing lady
who in a frolic will agree...
with a bard who's shady.