Poems by Mark Woolwine

Not of You

a poem by Mark Woolwine

Can you come into my dreams?
When will you show me your dreams?
Or, will you keep me out and
Tell me you have no dreams to tell.
I have dreams for you, but they are not of you.


a poem by Mark Woolwine

In the light of the morning
My head swells in the darkness.
How can a man be so ugly in this morning?
I hate the morning!
Darkness makes the morning clear
And knows when the being is plastic.
Do you know the plastic of you mind?
Don’t stay too long!
The darkness will know and will be transparent.