Blindspot

When I was blind

in a very small world

within my mind’s eye

there once lay the thought

of an undiscovered space, so beautiful

arrived at by means

of a lovely, tree-lined

light-filtered path

Within a shared dream

this would become our meeting ground

to which we could return

again and again, even as

our journey carried us forward

beyond vast waters

toward the distant line

where earth meets sky

Then, at the close of life’s measured time

shining in the light

of the glistening stars

ever bestowed with

the lightness of being

we would gratefully rejoice

in the transformative power

of a single thought

of unity

But now,  I see

 

 

 

 

 

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Dream Check

Last night I saw you flying

along a silvery moon beam

as I was busy tying

the loose ends of a dream

You appeared so completely free

portraying not a single care

I watched you soar above the tallest trees

wind blowing through your golden hair

The hands of time stood still

but yours spread gently with grace

While gliding down valleys and over hills

a radiant smile just covered your face

I felt a longing inside my chest

which pulled and tugged with all its might

It seemed a persistent unspoken request

to join you in your night’s delight

I couldn’t push the desire away

when all lately, cut deeper than a knife

so I accepted without the slightest delay

and flew into this dream of a conscious subconscious life

 

 

 

 

In Defense Of The 2nd Place Dream

Though it was never to be

I still believe mine seemed

the better dream

for you, for me

Simple, but pure

where nothing was obscure

Full and whole

with peace, unity, bliss; the goals

And love, always at the core

no need for anything more

Yes, I protest

Mine, was the best

 

 

 

Staying On Track

Each night I hear the blare

of your horn, the rumble

of your weight, heavy like a snore

habitual in the darkness; but

if one evening, the din vanished

 I would miss the thought of you

lumbering along the stillness, colliding

into the silent drift of my dreams

All Ghosts Are Not The Same

He’s ghostly

but it wasn’t his dream

He’s alive

just never seen

He wanders through the days alone

invisibility, all he’s ever known

He would really like to solidify

but he’s not sure if he should even try

So used to being seen straight through

showing up seems such a scary thing to do

and how to be real; well, he hasn’t got a clue

You’re Still Alive

With the start

as fresh as bright white sheets

hung out to dry

eyelids flutter

admitting dazzling light

feet make contact

with what seems like

 a narrow wire blowing

in a strong wind

a vivid dream

still clinging to  branches

loosens it’s hold

of the sleep tree

 mind’s fuzziness forms thought

cup of coffee

body responds

with its forward stumble

to the kitchen

 toe hits a chair

sharp pain jolts you awake

you close your eyes

but can’t escape

this day has YOU in it

Coming to Light

ONCE, you had a dream

NOW, you are only sleeping

WAKE and dream again

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LOOK, all is not lost

HOPE shines light through your darkness

YOU illuminate

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