For visually challenged writers, the image shows a bay with clear, glassy water, reflecting bue sky and clouds. The bay is surrounded by green hills, one of which may be an island in the distance…
Am I safe in the arms of Morpheus?
Do I lie on soft comforts, my body warm?
My mind drifting through a strange theatre of dreams
Each story broken with no ending
Now I drift beneath the glass lake
The water warm
Sky painted scenes changing before me
My soul gripped with an old urgency
To find the one story that relates to me
To break the glass surface, to be baptised
To walk on green hills beneath sun-filled skies
To wake to a new sunrise
To live a dream unbroken…