Dreamtime Poems

Dreamtime in Dreamland

(“Dreaming Gaia”, 2020, original encaustic)

Dreamtime in Dreamland

Over the years I’ve logged a lot of time sleeping
With much of that time in dreamland.

I’ve had plenty of mundane dreams,
Years and years of them
Sometimes the dreams themselves
Even lasting for decades
And the experience is not much different
Than watching wet paint dry
Or just living a regular life one day at

Dreamtime

(“Shadow Puppet”, 2023, original encaustic)

Dreamtime

Is there anybody out there
Sings the Muffin Man
From Drury Lane
The San Francisco skyline now
Tilted past recognition
A Jumble of order and chaos
Alas, once a beauty
Now a beast
Changed so much 
In just a day
As Father Time sighs
And wears away
Surfaces that used to shine
Declaring now his desire
To become a her
And transition to another time.

(7/8/25)

Dreamtime: Purgatory

The laundry needed changing
Impossible in the house I was trapped 
Long-haired pot-smokin' hippies
Cluttered the hallways, impeding my progress
Laughing and blocking my movements

Arms full of clothes

The way I saw it, I had to get out

Rushing the streets I sought refuge at the
Laundromat        way      

Dreamtime: Secret Garden

alone...
in a vast meadow, 
silently counting ruby explosions 
of rare, lion's tooth orchids;  
Hidden under tiny royal cloaks 
of elliptical emerald leaf canopies, 
so  beautiful....
I'm briefly blinded

he sits 
watching us sweetly, 
the blue of his eyes are unmoving 
calm, as the waters of Nineveh
Flourishing under the umbrage 
of an ovaloid optic embrace, 

Dreamtime

She wishes for dreamtime. 
Her clock has a face but no eyes;
It divides into 5-minute slices.

Earth turns between sunshine and shadow:
a marbled orb spinning in vastness.

The girl gazes
past clockwork and schedules - 
speaks from her heart.

“I want no time, no measuring up,
no counting, no subtraction.

I wish for serendipitous meetings,
tea and conversations.

I wish for dreamtime:
for stars

a Song In Dreamtime

Sing us a song oh giant of the deep,
an ancient refrain to hear in our sleep,
let no man silence you and your kin,
if contemplated would be a sin.
Across the oceans of our world,
we hear your song till tears explode.
Catching our emotions filling us with joy,
uplift your song to the very sky.

andrew mcintyre  7/1/2024.

The Good Ship Dreamtime

This is the good ship Dreamtime
And she sets sail every night
Weighing anchor for her cruise
With the fading of the light.
Her passengers are all dreaming
That they are all still awake
Suffering from insomnia and waiting
For the arrival of daybreak.
Her crew are all phantoms
Spirits of the sleeping brain
Watching carefully over 
Those on this ethereal main.

There are screams and

Dreamtime

I watch the sun set upon other lands...
Silence becoming all the louder...
As this herb burns between my hands...
I forsee the future, I am a dreamwalker.

Dreamtime: My Exorcism

I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream

My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence 

Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"

Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of

Dreamtime: Comes the Tide

There are those who will not hear the siren's wail,
But will know                the wheat has turned pale.

Winds will sweep up from the south and the west,
His chorus of trees         swaying bravely are

Dreamtime: Alien Invasion

"Whoever in writing a modern history, shall follow truth too near the heels, it may haply strike out his teeth" Walter Raleigh's preface to his 1614 'History of the World'



We had all been told via emergency  transmission (how annoying is that intro alarm!) to drop everything and get in the busses that were arriving

Dreamtime: Caravan of Hope

The road seems endless
Nighttime quickens fear
Unfamiliar, a stranger
In this bus
The air, humid and thick
With danger, angry
Glances swim upstream
Avoiding fallen hate
At first, some were friendly
As hours and days passed
They disappeared, maybe
Changing direction, or
Means of transport, as
Streetcars rattled down the
Middle of the road, always
Heading back to sadness
Women keep their heads
Cloaked tightly, not drawing
Attention, counting on safety
In numbers,

Walking the Dreamtime Forest

Sentinels stand tall in the forest of my dreams,
and sunlight’s filtering fingers play with the
spectral shadows as I walk.
I feel no fear for I know that within dreams
lay the groundwork of my future,
the guidance of the soul.
I absorb the flora and fauna here,
like a  sea sponge absorbs its meals.
Every plant and animal speaks to

Dreamtime: Lockdown

Nighttime never ends;

the cold rain enforcing the quarantine choking our city. Sleep comes in bursts, the day-bed perched
in the side room upstairs from the nightclub...

 my ship, 

rolling in dreams, 

the only sounds, giggling, and the mechanical dishwasher... 

the slope through the room littered with dirty dishes and hard glances.

My job, the dishwasher, a bastion

Sleepyhead

I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepyhead
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead

Mother knows what’s best
Mother knows what’s right
Underneath the moonlight
I love you sleepyhead 

I love you sleepy nose
Right down to your toes
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead

Mothers lullaby
Dreamtime waits shut eye
I like to put you to bed
I

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