A Dream Journalist View Poem by Wayne Falconer

Impassioned tonight poems I'll write.
My senses shall gather in tuned flight.
Writing in and outer blue trail mist.
Like some kinda dream view journalist.

First I'll look deep within self.
Sign signature say wear in good health.
Look up to define love and rhyme.
Count nine satellite stars in line.

Second I'll smile breath deeply awhile.
Check if I'm still writing in fashion muse style.
Count down upon lifetime sundial clock.
Let the alarm bells ring let it rock.

Third I'll salute yesterdays magic rockers.
Scream aloud we survived those cynical knockers.
I'll read today 2012 headline paper news.
Write about the love lost waking blues.

Think deep about the emotional crossfire.
And know how I'm still driven to desire.
Slave to star crossed love fiery affair.
Whose beauty is forever so hard to bare.

Drive to capture the fallout surreal scene.
Awaken phrases who caress lovers dream.
Study the seductive visions in her face.
My dark enchantress whose lips I taste.

Finally meditate upon spirit and heaven awhile.
Walk upon the quicksand soulful foot mile.
Where hearts burn and fates breath is torn.
Before faiths highway lets us be reborn.

These splashing images I'll stir in colour anew.
Allow you some glimpses of my thoughts in view.
Like some past life poet opening glowing door.
Writing this dream journalist heavy score.