Gentle Dreamer

I

Each night I slip

Away,

Ease into a darkness

Profound,

Well within the cave,

My soul.

No light to speak,

No seeker unique,

Images project

Upon my boundaries,

Where the gate swings,

A creak.

Footprints;

Invisible,

Moonlit blue,

Meander,

With snakes.

The last beach

Return,

Untraceable track

Lines

Are forgotten.

Without meaning,

Without fear,

Sleep comes;

I

Forfeit

My

Reality

For

Yours.

No chariots?

In comfort,

Inside,

A far reaching clarity,

No cause

To bind

Our true

Inheritance.

 

II

How funny the mind!

That this be my way.

To lay on the soft bread

Pillows;

As creeping moss climbs

The bark of hollow

Trees

Marked by lightning,

Black scars open

To the sky.

Which ladder is mine?

There is laughter

Below the stairs,

Hear them

Whisper of love divine,

That we are it;

Freedom dreaming

Of sensations

Beyond waking eyes.

This night

Gentle dreamer (that is I),

Under starry eyed sky

Slip from sight,

Unravel

Without cares,

Breathe a last

Shallow sigh.

Kiss it

All

Goodbye.

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6 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    saymber said,

    Wonderful imagery. It seems as I age this kind of magical dreaming/sleep is far more elusive than it use to be!

  2. 5

    Unsungpoet said,

    Love the flow of this and its insinuations…


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