Big Triku ‘Dreamscapism’

In the heavy dark,

fractals flux and scintillate,

vibrating colours.

~

Time disperses, light floods in,

lands drift past, voices resonate, and

warmth cascades and fills all space.

~

I float, gently on.

Blackness crumbles in the past,

enveloped in ice.

Big Triku ‘Wave Period’

Leaves whirled fast, scraping

in receding currents, to

gather by the oak.

~

The world was such a wonder.

I doubt I thought how small I was, nor

of my life beyond the fence.

~

Puddles freeze. Clear ice

is cracked, chipped, then pressed opaque

by new probing toes.