Dream. Poems

Distance Between Us Is But A Glimpse Of The Moon

I search the heavens for a trace of you,
Only to find your shadow in the lunar glow.
Its silver gaze stirs memories anew,
A lantern lit for hearts, only those longing...know.

Though oceans swell and continents divide,
Time has sealed the pathways we once knew,
Yet the moon still carries whispers to my side—
Distance between us is but a glimpse

My Dream Within A Dream

By Poet "Our memories fill yesterday. Today our dreams will fill tomorrow."

Will my dream be here tomorrow?
A cool breeze does softy blow,
over me as if I will know.
Into deeper sleep I must go,
what will my dream now show?
I am still from head to toe,
feeling like I am aglow.
Another world I will go.

Within a dream what

My Dream Within A Dream

I wake up in my dream,
aware that I'm still entombed,
    in lucidity's mask,
with the veil of reality
  unraveling as I reach out.
Each awakening peels back,
another dream layered within.
  Worlds within worlds unfold.
Who and where I am are juggled,
    as shiny spheres tossed up down.

Who's in charge of

MY DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

MY DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
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untethered, silver cord, unseen,
no gravity holding me down~
released into the velvet night,
wisp of smoke above sleeping earth.
I drift and ascend
earth, a swirling blue marble,
mottled canvas of greens and browns
below, my life, a minute play.
houses shrink to scattered dice
cars like ants on endless trails
lives lived at frantic pace
tiny figures moving,
unaware of my

My Dream Within a Dream

The dream stays with her when she wakes
from a contented sleep,
the eye of new day promises~
          love and joy with laughter anew,
          like flowers blooming in roadside
          gardens

My Dream Within A Dream

There are dreams, unsought dreams, dreams fulfilled;
Why cherry pick - adventure is knocking at the door.
—by Poet

My Dream Within A Dream

they marched back into my life
          was this the afterlife
the family of his wife
     this was not his fantasy life
  

The Timeless Mind

I catch time’s hand in stunner’s grasp,
And leave him sleeping in my mind,
For wandering through eternal now, 
His ticking slowed to hibernation breath. 
The cuckoo’s music stops — a potent pause, 
As full as noted bars.

Then through the quiet sounds unearthly rise,
Up from volcanic bowels growl an ire, 
A transcendental fury from my own, 
Thoughts

My dream within a dream

surfing the bardo in deep trance
before me appeared the goat head
I glanced at Baphomet askance
afraid to be by his hand led
as he pointed out at five gates
where dreams within dreams hypnotise
domains where dark desire checkmates
our soul’s light which first ebbs then dies

on waking up from this dark dream
a line of thought occurred to me
on what

Cathedral at the end of night

The cathedral was still lit late at night 
dance music played faintly t
the drapes waved gently
the feet spun and floated
the silhouette danced gracefully
the silhouette grabbed a hand and spun
the silhouette spun in love late at night
the silhouette was alone
there was no hand to hold
there was no body to spin it in the air
but the music

A Nuptial Nightmare

I had a dream the other night
that had me smiling with delight:
A couple with their backs to me
were taking vows of holy matrimony.
My delight turned to suspicion, for lo!
for the minister presiding was Waldo 
Emerson? Then the couple in solemn tone
said “I do” pledging their love to each alone,
as they turned to face the congregation
applauding

Dog as Folksinger

I found a bone
By the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream
By the old canal
I gnawed that bone
By the factory wall
Dirty old bone
Dirty old bone.

I

Am still here
Heaven and earth 
Negotiate custody terms


Heaven became resentful

With every payment
A part of my soul is severed

How can I go to heaven incomplete?

Moral Contemplations

Must we honor the promises we make in dreams?
The same moral aspects would pertain, it seems, 
and fate would (if the rules of justice still apply), 
a dream's blissful amorous rendezvous, deny.
Must I live my waking life bound by dream pledges?  
It's too much to trim Scarlett Johannson's hedges.

Barely American dream

Haters always putting me down.
Look how far I've come, gotta 
reason to put my hard hat down

No, I don't have an ATM ,
that spits out whenever I want.

I'm just like you. 
I'm fighting for a buck.
I don't drink, at least to me, excessively.

Blow money on cars,  yeah right
Only if it could get me to

A Masterpiece Written in Dreams

My fingers are already aching,
their muscles weary, spent, and tired.
Sweat soaks through my singlet,
my eyes grow heavy, begging for sleep,
to pay back seventy-two hours denied.

Yet each of my writes lies in his bin,
the sponsor never seems to tire
of casting them there with careless joy.
Perhaps that brings him most delight—
a cross my restless heart must bear.

Would

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