Snow beneath the summer heat
Running scared of all you meet.
Never knowing what you'll find
Is it real or in the mind,
Upside down upon the ceiling
Losing feeling, senses reeling;
Shadows looming in the air
You look around but nothing's there.
Are you living? Or are you dead?
A mouse that roars a flower screams,
Vampires stalk you through your dreams,
An aerial tiger, a paper balloon
Werewolves laugh at the man in the moon.
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia