In the Night Gardens


It’s now past midnight,
it’s time to sleep.
Heart a bang drumming, slowing, boom



Eyes closing like bloodroots, at the loss of the sun,
dreams staining lovers minds,
while restless
nights bring open dreams, nottinghams that
bloom, creep up castle walls.

We seek brahma kamal, Bhima’s quest and elusive bloomer,
wish fulfiller, dream

Death’s denier.

About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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