Stepping into a Forest of Dreams

There was no path to step from
Going forward the only choice
Stepping into a forest of dreams
Each tree a separate dream
Each of different type, size, shape
The forest floor was solid
But crystal clear
Revealing dream roots
All intertwining, all moving
Connecting with neighbors near and far
It was not a silent forest
But I cannot say what I heard
Except that it pulled me in 
Further secrets further on

From Dreamwork Poems 2017

WHAT?

What, then, comes after?
After lament is done?
After tears are gone?
After words fail?

What, then, comes after?
After wide unseeing eyes?
After hanging wordless mouths?
After silences stillborn?

What, then, comes after?
Questions, I guess.
Different ones now
Then those not asked

Before.

THE NEW DARK AGES

Belief overwhelms all; not just belief in God or any other

divinity--divine or human--but everything becomes mere opinion

while mere opinion becomes belief and belief supplants knowing

and unknowing turns its back on knowledge.

No way to test belief, nor any desire to.

Belief marries power and the offspring's smile

send chills among those who can see what's coming:

the Inquisition reborn, Torquemada lives again!

REALITY ABSCONDED

Reality, Susan Sontag observed, is ineluctable
But ineluctable has met its match, and the fire is lit
Ubiquitous addiction to hope prays for the Phoenix
But no one yet knows what rises from reality absconded
No one prepared for what is now creeping from the ashes
Look out for dreams without blindfolds, without earplugs
So you can see and hear what Yeats foretold long ago