From Harvinder Bansel in Ilford, UK:
A man dreams of a forgotten sky
the colours of my eyes seem whitened by the morning dew
the speckled rain the falls from broad shoulders
the lining of my skin seemed hidden from me
the smell of seeds and the taste of trees
can only comfort a mans dreams
how softly can you tread?
if you tread on my dreams?
if god was up there, would he be the sun or the clouds?
who knows, just a dream
just a thought, like the rain
falling out of my mind…