I thought I’d include my favourite poem in all the world here for the world to share. The writer doesn’t know I’m doing this, but I personnally believe this is the best thing he’s ever written. The man in question is Stathis Londos, Greek friend with heavy South African roots. If you need to contact him, do this via me, since he’s less than great about the whole e-mail thing. He called this poem Dream 98, although I think he should rechange that name but that’s not for me to decide really. This one poem spawned me thinking up an entire story which I hope to complete at some point in my life. So without further adieu this is my best bud’s poem, Dream 98:

The light around me he dimmed He woke the cloud "terror" it seemed Moving over the sun only to harvest The light from my eyes to complete darkness

Though fear wasn't there to torment I lay there tranquil with no repent The silence got louder and louder His power felt stronger and prouder The loudness one with complete utter silence Stripping my sense with no violence

My mouth now in a state of dryness The bitter taste- strong before was now less I knew well of what was happening to me Unbothered my thoughts let it be

The smell- not smelled then became empty The one above had sent for me All I had left was a life time of memories Vague once - clear now - gone too - only accessories

He stood over me, my heart not pounding Then he touched me, his hand cold like the surrounding Body numbing, I couldn't feel myself lying Body numbing, I felt myself dying.

By Stathis Londos