Dreams drift while dancing in my bed
A million stars dangling overhead
I'm hypnotized by their shimmer
My eyes dazzled sleepy by their glitter
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my dreams are what others chase
i have been mourning over something
that everyone has
and everyone has a story about how it shattered
today i was confronted with a truth
that i had been ignoring for so long
it is my skills that matters the most
i love stars but maybe writing is what i was made for
one night a fire broke out
in my dreamland
the stars that i glued to the ceiling
they all fell down
after burning like a comet
and crashing onto me like a weight i must carry
A world unknown,
seen only by my soul.
Where you reside,
so close, yet so far.
In my mind, we dance.
Through the stars,
in a trance.
You hold me close,
I wrap my arms around your waist.
Please do anything you can,
to keep me in this place.
A field of flowers surrounds us.
The moon is shining bright.
You can hear the waterfall in the distance,
And fireflies light up the night.
Here is where I lose it,
wanting everything to be proven.
Knowing you're out there somewhere,
wondering what you're doing.
Dreamland feels more like a curse tonight,
I usually view it as a gift.
But in the present moment,
not knowing if you're alive.
It feels like I want to just quit.
Then you take me to that special place,
all over again.
All over again.
Dancing in a fantasy,
where I'm in your arms.
Life can be so demanding,
here is where I'm safe from harm.
I love you deeply,
but you don't know.
You're somewhere out there breathing,
but to me you're a ghost.
Haunted by your voice,
deep in my mind.
I usually avoid noise,
but I just need to find you.
So deeply I dive,
Like a professional swimmer.
I've been starting to surmise,
lately that the veil is getting thinner.
I'm so close, it's like you're right under my nose.
I can't wait to be a winner.
When I find you I've won,
and trust me I'm not a beginner.
I've been looking for so long.
Life has put me through the wringer.
But I won't give up on you, I can't.
That decision would spoil all of my plans.
The house I've built in my mind,
In dreamland.
Before being stymied by what I know
laced in the floating finesse of fireflies
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
No-one enjoys losing four in a row.
There was an infinite amount of tries
before being stymied by what I know.
My fairy godmother’s gift to bestow
rounded out the smile in her replies,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
Always with such innocence to borrow
floating down from rainbow filled skies
before being stymied by what I know.
Wouldn’t even think to utter ‘I dunno’
my inner voice would never chastise,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
The pitter patter of a childhood show
takes us to dreamland until sunrise.
Before being stymied by what I know,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
rose-covered blankets
tuck infants in
honey-tongued lyrics
fall on soft skin
eyelids so smooth
shut ever-so-lightly
angel wings soothe
whisk away nightly
I picture when you're sleeping
A softness to your face
That testifies you're somewhere
Outside of time and space
I'd just lay beside you
Not making any sound
I'd watch your peaceful slumber
With no one else around
I'd whisper notes of sweetness
Place kisses on your cheek
You wouldn't even feel them
But each of them would speak
I'd stroke your hair so gently
Affections for you toward
All my thoughts confirming
How much you are adored
In early morning dawn
when dreams invade
the peaceful mind
becoming like a active volcano
of visions and colours
of faces and places
some familiar others not
explosive situations
or serene peaceful locations
some bubbling with intense heat
or venting like the rising steam
creating cracks and fissures
to a once sleepy peaceful mind
trapped in a vortex
of emotions and feelings
between wake and dreaming
these early dreams invade.
Dreamland
Miracle Man
7/28/2022
From lighter times in another zone,
yesteryear’s voices ride upon the breeze.
Faded faces now appear as if unknown,
and thoughts drift by as if to tease.
But like most earlier times of youth,
life was taken thirstily by the hand.
In retrospect, I didn’t embrace the truth,
my life was planted in a dreamland.
DREAMLAND
Painting
blending
dark
with light
the search
for a representation
of colour
mirrored
in reflections
a conception
of image
inn
a unique frozen
moment
a
realisation of
a dream
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
When this temple shall lay to rest
That the temple bird returns
To dreamland beyond the seas
The earthen vessel shall be desolate
Then shall dust, dust returns
And reality long created comes true
The dead weep over the dead, consciously
Numbering their days
The dead weep over the dead
On grounds well-known to them
Awake oh the Dead!
Weep no weep for anyone
Except for yourself
Except for your perilous past
And your waiting morrow
For love or pleasure you give in tears
Does him no right or wrong
This temple shall lay to rest
And temple bird shall flew away
To dreamland beyond the seas
And temple walls shall become desolate
Then cry no cry and shed no tears
Death makes me triumph over death.
Right beside me lies my dog
Flight to dreamland, slumbers deep
Quite the racket, sawing logs
Slight, the chance she wakes from sleep
Eyes are closed, at peaceful rest
Sighs at visions yet unguessed
Rising, falling of her chest
Guys, let’s face it: I am blessed
Have any of you experienced one of those days
When you just want to stare at the sky on a chaise
Let the world pass you by
Sing a sweet lullaby
Till you're off to dreamland in the afternoon haze
Anne will you ever Answer
David J Walker
I
What toys were projected
Into your dreams
Were children permitted in
Dreamland back then
Or did you stand on the outside
Fenced in by the calendars of
Another time
II
What sounds scared you
Did they come from thunderstorms
Was it a lonely wind sent to
Send you into tumbleweed insanities
Ultimately
Caught in the barbs of fences
III
What shadows reminded you that
Something is following you that
There are no walls so tall that
They can’t get in that
Can scare you as long as you keep
Your eyes shut so tight that
everything will be alright
In the morning
IV
I see you standing silently
On the other side of the room
Packing as if there were somewhere
Left to go
Anne, you might have been
A royal ballet dancer
Anne will you ever answer
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