William Ricci

Tag: dreams

  • 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.

  • Poem – Dreams

    Children in the summer Chasing dogs through Fields open to the big sun. Thoughts free of burden Free of time they explore Worlds beyond this one. Always a step ahead And pushing forward They become the stars we see. So what happened? Where did our dreams go? The older we become The more experiences we…

  • Poem – Dreams

    That moment waking, the slow realization that what you see is beyond the physical space is beyond what you can touch. The images raw and not bound, they flow freely from where the energy gathered as you was first born.

  • Poetry from Ricci Milan

    Ricci Milan, a frequent contributor to Stone Path Review, and founder of Rhythmic Circus, shared these timely words with me. (1) Broken hearts, With a broken history. When we ignore the depth Of our injuries, Free, Nobody gets to be. Hope still lives in me. We can break this cycle, We can unfold this mystery.…

  • Poem – Snow Always Proceeds the Fall

    The depth of days, carrying the memories from the past through the present into a future laid bare in our hands. Silence precedes the chaos we create, but until that moment the silence is unsettling, daunting, and disarming. Snow comes first with a message of peace and hope a subtle warning from the winds originating…

  • Poem by Jason Hummel – Dream Pirate

    Dream Pirate, by photographer and adventurer Jason Hummel – https://www.facebook.com/jason.l.hummel Did I just slip into the dark folds of nothing Roll and wriggle my way Through nightmares Even if I did Am I merely desperate to retain My human soul Not perverted Tell me Levitated in this dreamscape Swarmed by dark spawn Am I but…