In Dreams.

I walk through the morning

Tread in the mud

Always stuck wondering

What has all this become?

Question the future

Friends I no longer see

Does my voice still answer with reason

Can anybody still see me?

All the while keep wondering

alone, alive, free.

I’ve gotta tie up my shoe lace

Rest against the tree

The world goes on forever

At least it does in my dreams

The sky tastes like cherries

Wolves walk alongside a stream

Moonlight Blankets

Captivating silver gleam

Entwined with the sound of rain

violin harmonies

Winter sadness

No more unwanted pain

Resonating” - S.C.Crookshanks 

- Artwork includes hand written poem

“In Dreams”

28 x 34 cm . Acrylic, enamel, charcoal and ink on canvas