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Shifting Sands, ( A Collaboration Constance ~Rambling Poet )
by~ CONSTANCE
And in this dream . . . I am lost in endless sand . . .
Where clouds rise and disappear
A land of shifting and sultry heat
Where the ground ripples like waves at sea . . .
Magical, mysterious and mirage filled
It stretches to the horizon and beyond
The wind blows my white gown like wings
My veil falls to reveal long black hair, billowing . . .
I watch him coming over the yellow sand
His Arabian horse galloping . . .
I am breathless with my love for him
No sound can be heard but that wind thundering
And the sand shifting . . .
Part 2
And in this dream .. . I am, still lost, in endless sand . . .
Falling, endlessly
Into his Arabian eyes, I float
My feet interlocking with the shifting sand
This dream, I managed to catch
From the dream catcher's arms . . .
I wrap myself, in a blanket of yellow sand
Refusing, to open my eyelids
To the Universal Consciousness of morning light . . .
I swim the river, I sink in the quick sand
I hold on tight to this mirage
A place where, I create
Whatever future and destiny, I desire . . .
In this dream, I walk across the sands
In the dead of night
I am here, my mind, so far, lost .
Counting every breath, I reach out to touch his hand . . .
We gallop across the shifting sands
Nestled beside him, my head pressed against his chest
In this dream, my eyes are closed tight
I only see the shifting horizon, over and over
A million times and a million times, again
A Collaboration with *Constance A Rambling Poet
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
when a dream seeped
into a dome of light,
I was already leaping
with tale of grand sights
I was falling into
days consciousness
but a demonic spell
had begun to possess
in a depth of sleep
in the quietest dark,
I felt a presence
slide to make a spark
a nightmare of jowls
shadowed his face,
then his slimy fingers
stuck into my grace
he took my thoughts
on a hellish ride,
I was hoping my mind
didn’t burst open wide
the torture of angels
struggling on the racks,
was matched by the faeries
whip-marks on their backs
the mushrooms of love
had fungus and warts,
a cathedral of dreams
slipped out of all thought
with unicorns hobbled
and chains on their legs,
the elves head bandages
held together with pegs
the beautiful sights
I had run back to tell,
was lost in a nightmare
as I was living in hell
but endless this horror
well, it wasn’t to be,
as I write this poem
that dream is set free
but that’s not to say
that it wont return,
as I sleep in the night
dreams start to burn
Gart Williams has an occupation in New York City.
He works for a very prominent advertising agency.
However, things have not gone well recently.
His boss is one who is not known for patience.
At a meeting, Mr. Mizrow voiced his loquacious vehemence.
It seems relations with the boss went south
when Gart said to him: “Fat boy, why don’t you shut your mouth?”
It could have easily been the end of his career.
Luckily, Mr. Mizrow wished for him to stay around here.
Gart, how did you get into a rut such as this?
He keeps reminding you of a “push, push, push business”.
Perhaps advertising was not the right scenario for you.
A change to a slower and idyllic lifestyle is overdue.
On the commuter train home, in a dream you would see
such a town of your wishes known as “Willoughby”.
You described your dream in detail to wife Jane.
She thought you were lackadaisical and possibly insane.
Well Gart, there is no such stop as Willoughby along the line.
If you attempt of get off there, things will not be too fine.
Sometimes, we would all like to visit a place called Willoughby.
However, you must keep your feet planted in reality.
Based on the Twilight Zone episode "A Stop At Willoughby".