Tag: dreaming

Spring

The rising of the sun
Washes away echoes
Of dreams that linger
On the edges of my mind
Waiting, a distant tune just humming,
Beats slow against the back
Of my eyes….
I’m floating in darkness: a void,
A dream, a forgotten smile-
There’s nothing left now,
While I awake to the light of day-
To the dawn, to morning-
Where are the song birds?
The heat, still blasting through the house,
Mutes a melody of renewal that I
Remember yet, yet long to hear….
My heart beats, yearning for spring
For suns return from this long night
Quietly, quietly creeping-
My smile greets the sky

dream

These eyes, freshly awaken,
From a landscape of truth
Riddled in mystery-
Images, floating within my dreams,
Speaking to me…. through me….
Oh these eyes that linger so
Upon the threshold of my pain
And joy,
Flying upon wings of peace,
Bleeding flesh blood into the sky-
Leaving red puffy clouds-
I am but a tie within the knot of my life
Releasing and rejoining
As these eyes flicker within the depths
Of REM-
And I, awake now, listen to the images
That float before me
With awe and understanding

races

i am floating within a dream;
boxes of memories,
compartmentalized and ordered….
i soar above and recall
all the feelings packed
into those little square spaces-
in, but not of, my soul remains
inexplicably connected to each
sorted row, where space and time
meet, where the interface explodes;
i am but a traveler, meandering
down and upon these dusty roads.
i am a fly that scurries in the autumnal winds
waiting for inevitability; fleeting such,
is the way of life-
this dream and i, creating boxes of time;
and i am not afraid of what’s to come-
for within these folds of order,
any race to be had, has already been won

demon

The air thickens inside
Just behind the door
It’s been closed for years now
A demon lives behind it
She has my face
And certainly my smile
But she’s bleeding
And she won’t show it
And she sits quietly
Plotting revenge
And muttering to herself
Sometimes when I try to sleep
She scratches at my memory
Reminding me that she’s still there
Behind that door
Breathing that thick air
Waiting for me to release her
Upon my heart

who

longing for completion
and redemption,
floating upon waves of uncertainty
and false pride,
this hollow heart of mine
is singing to the illusion
that lingers within me, hoping
that one day clarity might find
shelter within these walls…
so lost am I!
so lost to the changing tides,
and time that doesn’t stop ticking,
and seasons that blossom and grow
only to fade away and die…
what is left but dust and ash?
who will trace my name upon those
heavenly pages within the sky?

space

i know not which way these feet
march as they walk towards some
infinite destiny;
i just know that while i walk,
my nose is slow to swallow
the smell of roses-
and my fingers to grip the hand
that holds mine-
and my eyes to see the beauty of
the sky….
within my heart lingers a slowness that
longs to be embraced;
within these folds of turning time
my mind finds space for silence.

a lonely chest

this breathe of life that sustains
my soul upon the plain of
earthly understaning
brings strength to my resolve…
turning from change
my eyes try so hard to see
beyond the words that lie
quietly in front of me-
but there’s no resisting the
inevitably of this transitioning;
lost to these changing tides
i swim against the grain, to find
my heart and pull it closer,
for nothing comes from a lonely
chest but pain