Dreamscape Poems

Silvery Dreamscape

With your silvery dreamscape ajar, 
I catch glimpses of the stars.  
Let me be dotted in your constellation— 
not a star, just dust in your imagination.  
But never tell me I’m your aberration.

With you near, the world hollows,
like a lotus husk on an iron pole.
Be my stability— 
the foundation beneath me,
so I'd never

Dreamscape

“Imagine,” he said, “the magic of pretending,
whether one is in bed or on a mountaintop.
—quote by poet

                     The rush of wind,
   and hush of chimes, between breaths.
      

Alabaster Sky

The night unfolds her velvet veil
Paints the heaven with alabaster clouds 
They drift like ghosts, whispers of air 
Dancing in rhythm with the moon’s beam
Its silver glow, serene and calm
Rolls gently over vales and hills
The stars, like gems gleam
In the sky, a cloth with sequin glitter 
The earth, entranced by nature’s quiet beauty 
Pauses as

Dreamscape

We slip into the cradle of night's arms,
Beyond our weary, wakeful selves, we go.
Where hopes take flight untouched by worldly harms,
And whispered wants, like drifting petals, flow.

Beneath a veil of stars and moonlit beams,
We cross to foreign lands of our design,
A portal to a world beyond our dreams,
Where truths and aspirations intertwine.

And when we wake

dreamscape

darkest night, silence
blessing away tears and fears,
stardust shimmering

Nuclear Nights

Slowly drifting on a billowing cloud 
the languid liquids drench the underbelly
of the moons ethereal glow. 
The dreamscape transitions from 
dark to light.
Shockwaves shiver and melt into 
lakes of mercurial sky.
Fire flashes, breathing new life
into Nuclear Nights born of 
creative overflow.

Elysiums Lost Melody

In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive,
A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway;
To a realm unseen, where hearts believe,
Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay,
A world where reverie and reality secretly play.

Through the veil of verity… 
     …Aisling nocturnally creates,
Mountains of moonlight, rivers of rhyme,
A world untouched by changing tides and

Dahlia's Dreamscape

When Neptune's 
nostalgic sighs, 
weave ruffled rosaries 
of brocade ink, 
bleeding from 
blackberry wrinkles 
in torrential time, 
I wonder if 
herculean eyes
of my earthen heart, 
are afraid of being 
abandoned by the
electric rhapsody 
of life's alienated 
aroma. 

Swinging on the
translucent
parabola of a
frozen rainbow, 
my fate is 
skewed as a 
cantaloupe 
silhouette, of 
helix-shaped 
maple pamphlets,

Dreamscape Lover

* A collaboration with the awesome Liam McDaid

Fair maiden who sails on each crested wave 
Drawn from the deepest ocean currents 
Galloping white steeds landing on golden sands 
Within each beat growing stronger feelings 
Exploring beauty inside this magically universal dream 
Developing under every passing moon
Joining with shadows we unite souls 
I see a starlight shining so brightly, blinking 
Destinies promise to

Dreamscape Adeventures

In dreamscapes vast, my spirit glides,
Through starlit realms, where mystery hides.
Adventures unfurl, above silver streams,
Where dragons soar, in moonlit beams.

A waltz with time, beneath a velvet sky,
Miracles unravel, as I close my eyes.
Trekking through realms, where the impossible's not what it seems,
Bound by imagination’s limitless themes.

Dreamscape

morn!
lovesick
Blue jay croons,
squirrels scurry
in haste for ever…
boisterous in grey coat.
breathtaking vermilion tinge
painting sky with glistening hue,
intoxicated July dreamscapes 
idyllic beauty of glorious  day!

Translucent Dreamscape

whilst
    courting 
       reveries
          in 
           chamomile 
                   

Dreamscape

relaxed in the sunshine
       of a quiet afternoon 

her mind 
                 drifted away
              
into the pleasant dreamscape
   

Dreamscapes

Clocks tick on old, wooden walls
shelves of books line the room
suede elbow patches rest on chairs
part of the suit that plays host to 
men of distinction
stories as lavish as their clothing
tobacco smoke billowing
fantasies constructed in the ephemeral clouds

Toys are tinkered in shops
carvings are made
the shop keeper closes up
pulls her hole-riddled jacket snugly 
against her body
and

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Wake up! You awake to cliffside turn-tables--mountains crumble into the divots of the record; mountain goats float upon ethereal notes. They bleat in conjunction with dusty LPs. Soon enough, cities rise from the mountain passes, urban ghettos spring up like wildflowers. Graffiti artists sneak out to complete works. The absence of pastels, traditional paint, and

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