Fado Dreams

© Copyright Iain MacDonald, 2008

Standing on wooden pins

Warm inside, cold underbelly

Fado springs from my radio

The Atlantic shapes many shores

My hearth dreams

Of love and smokes

Requests of elements

Insects unknown

Run Russian roulette

In frozen moonlight shade

Avoiding shafts of light

Scented twigs and vine

Trace sparing piano note

Sift atoms of language

Rest on pillows of eiderdown

Whisper – don’t give up

As many dreamers

Have done.