Like sleeping outside
Where the hungry wolves prowl
And waiting to wake
As the hoot of an owl
Breaks into the dream
Creating a scene
That mirrors the world
And what may yet be
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Like sleeping outside
Where the hungry wolves prowl
And waiting to wake
As the hoot of an owl
Breaks into the dream
Creating a scene
That mirrors the world
And what may yet be