Dreaming Poems

To The Blind That Are Dreaming

Before I was blind there were dreams.
But seeing my dreams
before I could see, depended
on how much you could really see.
--
Blind before birth,
and what you have asked of me.
Having my, our, hearing dreams-
your perception
is sound, sound that is seen;
left more unsaid about me.
--
I still see to see in my dreams
as one
where I'm still alive.
--
What they must

Dreaming of the Waterfall

The sun bursts through a weeping cloud, feel soft warm rain.
Through buttercups and daffodils, he calls my name.
As ripples dance across the stream, I hear his call.
He takes my hand and leads me to the waterfall.

We climb high above the rainbow, breathe freshly scented air.
Hear gentle whispers in the breeze, beyond compare.
Climbing high we see

Am I Dreaming

Am I dreaming
Am I in love
Did the nights just become better
Are the days gleaming with sun
Did I just breach
when you were in reach
Did you sign a love letter
Did my diary just get better and better

Am I dreaming
I remember the mirror
when I talked to myself being alone
but there you are breaking the dawn
Arm in arm were

Trancelike Dream

I don’t want to 
Submit myself 
To flashing ads 
And transient script 
From a digital screen, 
I want to hold a real book, 
Lose myself in its pages, 
In a trancelike dream.

The Dreaming

(“And Dream of Sheep”, 2018, original encaustic)

The Dreaming

At our core we’re all the same
An awareness being in a world of confusion
Good/bad, happy/sad,
Distracted/focused, lost/found
Each of us wrapped in layers
Trying our best to express ourselves
Within the superficial 
Caught like a fly in a web
Sleep walking through thick air
Paddling upstream endlessly
A marriage of body and soul
For better or

You Think I’m Dreaming

I felt the sea on my pulse,
the salt in my brunette,
pebbles underfoot,
the net dragging me.

I felt the familiar ebb and flow,
close to shore,
tippy-toes.

The coconut permeates the dawn,
its scent infiltrating,
its oils reverberating.

I feel the palms bending low,
so low I can touch
their feather fronds;
and fronts clashing.

First drops of the storm,
so tender-pitter-patter,
light thunder,
soft lightning.

Nearby volcano erupting,
you think I’m

Gal too shy

Impossible dream.
I would say one word to you,
You'd laugh, gal too shy.....

First Class Love

As I awoke, eyes still laden,
dreaming of a pretty maiden.
Laying quietly, still in my bed.
It was real not just in my head.

As the light streaked through the window,
heart beating like a crescendo.
I felt the joy of love at last,
in this love, I’ll willingly bask.

The sharing, caring, and daring.
The glancing and trance like starring.
The thought came

Sea dreaming

I close my eyes
savouring the memory
of the clash of waves
and rhythmic sway
that rocked my childhood


AP: 2nd place 2025

TO DREAMING DREAMS OF REALITY

TO DREAMING DREAMS OF REALITIES

Why, only in dreams do we become entirely free
From the gloom and doom of our present melee?

Why, in dreams only, do we become entirely free,
Flying high in the sky, free as we always wanted to be?

Why can’t I dream dreams of visions I can mold
Into dreams of realities, fulfilling missions of

In the cosmic silence, under the rain of stars dreaming in deep abysses

In the cosmic silence, under the rain of stars dreaming in deep abysses,
My soul travels through the veil of a universe of shadows and lights,
With each step in the night, when the whispers of ages caress my ears,
When the wind brings echoes from beyond time, of forgotten longings and lost dreams.
In a world of shattered

Prayerful Hood

Like Merlin, we graze 
At thoughts limitless,
Benign souls scribbling,
Keyboards inspired,
 Or so it seems,
Faith doubts and believes,
Love's days dreaming,
Stars, the moon, our muse,
Makes our happy hearts,
Okay poets!

dreaming of life

Thanatos granted him a morbid dream in overdrive
the grim reaper at first in the distance of slumber
quietly wielded a blunt axe in dendritic surprise
as if to prolong agony and awakening of the slaughter

both victim and perpetrator of his unwilling demise
he did not put up much of a fight or resistance
knowing full well that meaning might

Rainbows

I'm forever chasing rainbows
pretty rainbows in the air
they're so high way up in the sky
they are but my dreams
which all fade and die
altho' fortune's hiding
I'm dreaming dreams
I've looked everywhere
building castles scheming schemes
tho' born anew their days are few
and yet as the daylight's dawning
like a sweet butterfly
they return in the morning
there's one at the end or

My Favourite Fantasy Dream

I fall into a deep sleep, and I Dream
of days gone by when you were in my life.
Together, so in love were a team
while in this Reverie became your wife.

This Visualization seems real
you stay with me and do not walk away.
My hearts on fire through this Whimsy feel
because I know you’ll love me every day.

But

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