A Dream - 23/7/2013 Poem by DM W

The rock of the world
Is founded on a butterfly's wing

Dreams glare at each other
In vast mindscapes.

The tigers of Babylon
Eat the pure flesh of Zion.

A profusion of champagne
Flows In the house of decay.

The radio is buzzing
With the sound of ancient Sirens.

A modern Orpheus
Descends into the unconscious.

He brings back pearls
For sacrilegious psychologists.

Beauty is reborn
In a golden age of science.

Fresh, green beasts are stirring
In the metal forest.