built on
ideas
of tomorrows
when
all the yesterdays
are blind
we plan
draw visions
of hope
in pencil, on
flimsy paper
that afternoons fade
and rains run
crumple
ripped dreams
days end
faded know
things don’t
always
work out
how
we
planned
Tag Archives: dreams
The Hold of Time
On the balcony, overlooking the sea, inside of time,
they drank their tea. Blessed by orange and gold,
the sun set slowly, holding every moment,
hand in hand, a dream set on repeat.
Yesterday came and went, and the ticket remained
on the shelf. She folded up the sunset with the tea,
inside the hands, palm lines underneath time.
Today is forever remembering tomorrow.
six ways of dreaming
six ways of dreaming
seeing into being
tasting tomorrow like afternoon tea
becoming the waft of lilies float
in the gold of summer air
entwine the voice of trees and birds
with crickets and colors that soar
and feel the reach of sun’s hold
wind’s brush, gravity pull
within, another way
your universe,
a dream away
swan’s light
and when she would glide,
remember her white and honest
she tucked beneath her wings,
a trail of glow bloomed beneath
her. float. shine, water angel,
collector of let go dreams, swim
in swirl of come true bright,
flashing believe, keeper of know,
angel wings save sinking hope,
swan’s heart throwing light.
under the oak tree
little boy and little girl
met under the oak tree.
he gave her the sky
and an empty box.
she put them inside.
closing her eyes, she
smelled blue and heard
light linger by the boy.
and she gave him wind
and float of tomorrows.
gravity listened and smiled,
dreams of then and now
remembered, and within
embrace stayed. and the
core of all was poetry.
a burden too great to bear
take it all back – the angel wings
and garden dreams, the light
i was meant to give. take the sunset souls
and voices echoed, flights through mountains
and paintings. take all of the answers i know
but don’t want, and people climbing into my mind.
and take back reading and feeling who they are,
healing and knowing too much. move all those
who come to me at night, asking for comfort
and answers, take speaking with my eyes
and hearing all the time, and carrying light
on a butterfly’s wing. it’s too heavy to carry now.
no one is looking for light anymore.
Dreams from You
You appear every night in my dreams,
your hand out, leading me to gardens
of color and scent that float like music.
I twirl around, twist flowers in my hair,
and you smile, as if you know I belong
in this place that you dreamed for me.
And when we lie on a bed of wildflowers,
you take my hand in yours, and the stars
pour into the night sky. It takes my breath
away, but you catch it and set it back
gently on my lips. I feel every flower,
every star, every breath you dreamed
for me. The night is cold, but your arms
are warm, and peace settles all around.
I wake to find it has gone; cold has returned.
All day I smell flowers and wait for you.
Talking to the Clouds 