Islands of the world, world of goldmines, meadows, flittering invisible shadows.
Between mountains, sea eyes, understanding shallow spaces, trembling forces, joys.
Life forever walking, into the narrow places, in exquisite time.
Into the land of play, inside my dreams, her animal-like eyes, husky voice, ragged dress.
A deep friendship, opening up, minds entwined, intimacy.
Began to weep, swirling rainstorms began inside her head.
Moving beds, calling out to see, trying hard to cover up.
Endless pictures of the amusement, life was strange, the night floating, air moving.
Life is full of submerged images.
Dennis Thomas is an Australian poet who resides in Canberra. His work has appeared in The Lost Words and The South Townsville micro poetry journal. He is currently preparing his fourth collection.