A social site for poets in Sydney.
I know the title's a bit dated, sappy, and overused, but for lack of a better one it is called
.On A Dream
Awaking from a dream
And during that journey of scene
Was nothing grandeur, horrifying
Nothing garishly gleaming
No subterranean cities I found to be ruling
No way of radical being
No numinous of life, or love, or death,
It was simply of another,
Jubilant, and at my side.