Dream work

Infinite laminated seasons 
of blissfulness in slumber. 
In midst of lazed, 
sun soaked days 
As sparrows sang, 
heart songs not 
yet triumphend, 
over the stone heartiness’ 
of man. 
Exhausted images burst through 
heaven’s doors of 
tainted marble floors. 
Percolating teased senses 
of half awaken ness ,carrying 
cursed odors of cherry blossoms. 
Momentarily raptured soul 
to the land of rising sun. 
Unknown to disengaged stranger 
with playful vagabond soul. 
As warriors of steel 
and bone answers the call, 
Of blood, more blood. 
Awaken the slumbering soul, 
under cherry tree….

Dreamscape