Dreamscape
Only in a dream can you come and share this dream.
I am in it, and you are here too.
Oneness.
In this sacred space where time ends,
We exist only in inner light.
As we jump into this atmosphere, we find
deep, alien oceans of parallel intimacy.
Vanishing by one step,
In closeness, we take off.
We fly, dreaming of a World 2.0,
consciously interconnecting on a deeper level.
Here in our space station: one plus one.
Never-ending while we dream,
Stars are all around us.
Mirrorality-no boundaries here.
Alone, together.
You are orbiting my universal odyssey
In this digital nomad’s journey,
taking us on an unforgettable moment that glides.
We have left the shores of the physical,
A thousand light-years from yesterday
We once knew.
In this world 2.0, our love is the code,
Written in the stars, gliding forever.
The aura of your soul descends
into this dreamscape we create.
The journey we shall take depends
upon our fantasies in wait.
No boundaries to surround this place,
we're free to roam through crazed desires.
With burning passion we embrace
our fervent dreams, igniting fires.
Our thoughts are melding into one
and intertwine in ardor's dance.
Enticement's ballet has begun
as spirits whirl in deep romance.
Through fields of ecstasy we play
as scents of rapture fill the air.
Upon a blossom bed we lay
where lovers' jewels we freely share.
Our hearts combine in rhythmic beat
as voices cry out pleasure's tune.
Elation's song is now complete,
entwined we rest beneath love's moon.
This reverie has reached a close;
your ambiance has left my side,
but will return when we compose
our serenade where dreams collide.
Dreamscape
my paradise
somewhere I can get lost
with a good book and a cold drink
dreamy
“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.
Full sun carries
no tune; it tarries, stimulates
my too pale face.
To sail, to sigh; shells on the beach.
I bury my feet
in crush of waves, deceptive suds.
Flood of feelings;
momentum of time displacement.
Floating, glistening.
My eyes confused, maligning sight.
One thing is true:
the rush of wind, the hush of chimes;
and there is more -
the sun does not play lyre; or flute.
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 time dissolves without a trace
The moment carved in purest grace
Weaves a dreamscape stirring fleeting thoughts
Of lover’s skin smooth, radiant and flawless.
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 to walk through daylight's door,
The secrets of the stars, we're meant to keep.
Unfiltered are the thoughts our dreams explore;
For minds cannot be closed when they're asleep.
May we be armed with wisdom of the night,
And dare to seek a world beyond our sight.
darkest night, silence
blessing away tears and fears,
stardust shimmering
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.
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,
where, bluebirds
feast on decaying
seeds of love
and sing
hemlock-croons
in those magnolia
gardens.
But,
what if stars
were edible and
I devoured their
ivory scintilla,
submerging
cosmic potions
in my arteries,
iridescent with
clusters of
quasar's quivering
rays and pulsar's
pistachio glitter?
So now,
I collect
volcanic ash
from rust-orange
ruins of dahlia's
dreamscape
and embalm
them with
paradise-pink hues
of distilled empathy,
for my swan-white
halo of faithful
silence, is still
glowing with
sombre yet
glossy shine
of the linen sun
and I inhale
the fragrance of
my marshmallow moon.
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.
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!
relaxed in the sunshine
of a quiet afternoon
her mind
drifted away
into the pleasant dreamscape
of her imagination
the book lying open in her lap
forgotten
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He sprinted through an awesome barrow, skirting a stone.
The music of July night is hidden behind hazel leaves.
I smile and watch young people play from the walker garden.
Indeed, the downpour plunged, beating on my roof tied a tin drum.
Choking out the bunny's smell in the extents of the forest.
July fireflies long for the moon as floods ascend from onset.
The banished euphoric world is an isolation labyrinth.
Watching the waters surface, the days pass suddenly of shadows.
Conscious at dawn, the moon sails with me to the morning seashores.
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An owl awoke me
Sung in harmony ...
What if, the cloud roamed in purple...
Had rings like Jupiter's marble
Stars shone like diamond's double
And, you, flew around easy, like Superman's double?
Would you embrace life, with a smile without hassle?
Would you sit by me ,
Cracking jokes at Wonderland's table - sipping tea by the rainbow sea ?
What if, sudden to be,
Lightning revelation shook - revealing the core me,
The up-turned iceberg - laid bare and be
Would you still love me?
Would you sit by me ?
What if, chocolate is spicy
Hot is icy
Happy is risky
Loss is happy
Stability is fantasy
Would you still be friendly
With a cloudy me?
What if, what if
Suppose the opposed
Be
Suppose the feared
Be
Would you sit by my, under the oak tree,
playing music with no worry?
After the aftermath
of the cisterns quieting,
a moth flutters free
then drops into the nest
of sounds that crickets weave.
all of our away-words
wait the gathering of ground.
between our usual state
of lost and found.
we hesitate in leisure,
presuming to douse our thoughts
with memory’s perfume,
intoxicate our wilderness
with stupor,
known to render children mad
and madmen to surrender.
Some call us, pretender.
So light a breeze upon us
one could scratch to catch
a tick of something licking
at the bottom of your mind.
You cannot find a trace.
It has no face.
Some believe it has no place.
There is no there from where
you feel you are
and though you wish upon a star
or carry moonbeams in a jar
no ordinary miracle can reach that far.
For far is work, when close is easy;
now and then are whence;
and where you were
is where you are;
all else
is just pretense.
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