Tag: dreams

  • Poem – Emerging from the Depths with Stardust

    Poem – Emerging from the Depths with Stardust

    The blood-red sky of time before the sun rises intermingled with black clouds, the air is cold and still. I stand in a circle around the perimeter waiting for the moment told through ages, through dreams and the instinct telling me this is the place, this is where I need to be. Many years passed…

  • Poem – Across the Snowy Fields

    We walk across ths snowy fields a chance meeting yet we always knew this day would arrive. I do not know your face from dreams of a spirit walking between tall trees, always obscured and hidden. But with the song playing out here between each snowflake. I know it is you.

  • Poem – Winter Dreams

    Submerged in the depths of winter, the land beneath layers of ice, and the pond a giant glass oval, I dream of childhood… As the snow blanketed the sky and trees we listened intently to the radio waiting, hoping that our school would close for the day. After snowstorm stopped, outside in the front-yard, the…

  • Poem – Empty Fields

    When this life’s pace and chaos become too much I know where I can turn. I return to my roots, I return to the empty fields. Here is a clean slate waiting for the mind to create. They offer possibilities, an endless space to chase and capture dreams. This is where the mind can exist…

  • Poem – Path Cast From Dreams

    Emerging from the depths, wrangling free from its grips, I took the only path I knew, the only path that still made sense. Cast from recent dreams the path wavered and moved as I passed through, the grey sky dripped with bright colors painting the trees and grasses. jpg”>

  • Poem – Direct Dreams

    In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…

  • Poem – In Unbound Dreams

    In unbound dreams steeped in limitless colors the machines sleep. Metal skin glistens as another day begins, as our held breath releases. We start with the same promise that this will be the last day and we will stand here united. On this war ground with the rising sun we circle the sleeping machines…

  • Poem – Streetlights

    On the long dark road surrounded by tall trees we slowly passed zombies standing like burnt out streetlights. Surrounded by silence except the tires on asphalt they did not move or blink while we stared. Hours later we still were uncertain if they were real or forgotten nightmares emerging as signs.

  • Poem – Memories

    At the dawn of each day our past experiences become memories frozen in the depths of our mind, kept safe until we need a reminder of how we got here.

  • Poem – Emerging

    Emerging from the forest through the last barrier of this life, beasts of the past intertwined with shadows roam through the open field playing out their purpose. Standing out of their way as I am a visitor passing to the next life. Crossing the field I am met by concrete and metal machines. Is this…

  • Poem – Light from Another Home, What Controls Each Dream

    Winter evening sky burns at the horizon as day falls into night. Eyes follow the black outlines of branches reaching toward heaven through the layered hues and scattered clouds until they stop at the single white point. I have seen you each night from the cement patio as the city quiets and the distant trains…

  • Poem – Arrival

    Turning back with empty hands they find the path along the river. Rain begins as they near the forest and where they last arrived. Stopping at the treeline they wait through changing seasons. – to be continued –

  • Poem – Perhaps the Ravens Were the Dream

    Awakened by raven screams from the top of trees above the rocky shoreline, I briefly let go of the dream I was lost within. I wait. Hoping for its’ return. Perhaps the ravens were the dream. When the integration process started there were no words exchanged, no way to communicate until we discovered the universal…

  • Poem – Guided By Wolves

    In the last dream of this life I watched the white wolf walk away. In the first dream of the next life I watched the black wolf emerge from still water. With my first step across the empty field I knew I was granted another life, more time complemented with the experiences and another chance…

  • Poem – Awoke

    I awoke in the spring steeped in memories and lost dreams, standing on the shore of an unnamed lake steeped in golden light. That path I have never left empties into the fields of infinite possibilities and choices and when I am present I see you both hand in hand.