by Mark R Slaughter

Speak to me –
Speak thro’ drifting clouds

And sing to me –
Sing as if the sun would throw a flare
To give to harmony

Then call to me –
Call across the drowsy valleys –
Spread the word you care!

Now come to me –
Abandon now
My inner dreams
That lay illusions bare.

Then pray for me –
Pray that I recover
From reality:

But no! I ask, how could you,
For you were never there.

I am a biological scientist who took up poetry in 2009. I enjoy exploring my subconscious and experimenting with different forms of writing.

Last updated January 14, 2012