Category Archives: Dreams

The Elm, the Dusk, and the Nightingale

Day recoils in silence. Autumn’s warmth gives way to dusk.
Beneath this meadow’s elm I pause, released in freedom from the husk of what this life’s become.
Summer wanes in crescent waves shaped to crash on winter’s shore,
haunting sweeter memories, from here within my open door as soul reflects the sum.

Golden sparks of eyelash glint through whispers of their closing,
that as the long rays reach for me, this tired mind retreats in dozing, beneath an ochre sky.
Subtle breezes, hushed and curved, kiss wisps of hair in amber glint,
draws an easy charcoaled line around this space where pausing’s spent, shyly asking “why?”

This gift for quiet passing, this time where I belong,
is all my heart is asking, heaving sighs in weary song, as praying just to stay.
Suspended weightless, bathed in dusk, the nightingale decries her mate,
comes to me on rush of wings to ease my passing state, till echoed light drifts grey.

Till darkness does enfold me, till crickets warn the length of night,
I wake to find my lonely peace draped o’er my arms in sparkled light retrieved from evening’s dawn.
Now calmly through the lea I stroll, pausing, counting, dew’s sweet scent,
toward home and bed my steps oblige, emptied in the moment’s spent and carried on her song.

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Summer Shade

Waste not this rapturous seed content to revel in the summer sun,
but to the cooling grass beneath, beside cool water’s run.
Embrace in arms’ lock, tangled hair, breathe a kiss of sweet love made,
enrapt in velvet green beneath strong arms of kind elm’s shade.

Stem this furrowed brow between the lapping waves upon the rill.
Soothe this anxious heat content, in summer’s dewy shadow fill.
Dress this long enamored heart a moment’s rest in whispered rift
that ebbs between our dreaming eyes, content in love’s sweet gift.

Hold this longing’s cover high, revealing only summer’s musk,
that by this cooling season’s shade we’ll linger long till dusk.

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Carousel

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Standing in a summer’s mist,
early morning heat and dew,
a carousel abandoned,
ebbing from a fairground’s stew.

Echoes of calliope,
hushed in rusting pipes,
risen by the subtle breeze,
groans in tempered gripes.

Soprano tinseled screams escape
the platform’s gentle rolling,
whispers stitched among the chants,
Gregorian and tolling.

O’er the stays of canvas frayed,
reds and blues tease gently, torn,
rounding boards ornate and wide,
tarnished crackle, sadly worn.

Leaden mirrored center blinds,
ghostly grey and steel,
stirring passing images,
tintype memories, laughter’s squeal.

Oaken massive platform stained
with seasoned mud and puddled rain,
rusting mounts of tired ponies,
saddened in their lonely pain.

Dare I not to step aboard,
as history’s watch is mercy’s keeping,
so gather witness to my soul,
for all my childhood dreams there sleeping.

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Visible

Silent now, this moment’s pause, bathed in ochre’s tinge of red,
revealing histories’ flaxen stitch, stretched through pin pricks long since bled.
Day lies still around me, ‘cross rustic echoes this past enfolds,
suspends my eye along the line where every memory’s story is told.

I strain to squint the long line down, a temporal horizon revealed,
yet danced in distorted ecstatic shapes, reducing truth so sought, concealed…

Exposing the gaps of life amongst lives…
Of image, of thought, of stories told…
Sketching loose, unveiling shadows,
Stretched between these temporal poles.

The past is vaguely visible…

So turn I from the yesterdays, grasping light in shadows long,
steel my courage, step and stride, so move along the path I’m on.
Histories’ echoes flit by, sparrows on the vented dusk,
call to me on whispered wings, “tomorrow waits within your trust”.

Summer’s acrid dusty road gives rise to verdant scent of pine,
drifts upon the chirping rill, across the lea ebbed from my mind…
Graced upon a hope and faith, sustained from whence I’ve come,
the future beckon’s naught from past, but draws from me all that I sum…

In image, thought, stories dreamed,
Loosely sketched between the seams,
Of birth and death, what can be known,
Between the temporal poles here shown…

The future dream quite visible…

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Winter Whispers (the Dream)

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There between the fir’s snowed branches, whispers haunt in winter’s dance,
“Hush!”, she cried in rare defiance, “their whispered dreams don’t come by chance!”
Softly sparkled whiskers flitting through the early morning’s gleam,
whispering wishes for the new day held within this whispered dream.

Written for dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille #24
https://dversepoets.com/

Image – courtesy of public domain
http://www.magic4walls.com/wallpaper/ice-covered-pine-trees-snowing-forest-field-at-dawn-33954.html

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The Mourning After

Flickered glimpse of dawn, in mourning…
“My God! My love! What has happened here?”
She stands beside me, shivering, drenched, reaching for my hand, behind her.
I hold her close.
The shore line is gone.
No structure stands.
The sky, aching grey, bouncing seagull’s cries against its tarnished iron ceiling.
Morning stands defending time, the pulse of life still throbbing…
Stunned into the aftermath we silently walk the empty beach, weeping, gasping, between what rubble remains, and not one soul.
Surreal this empty host of life, waves roll with an auditorium echo.
Piercing rays subdue the harsh deliverance, gently cracking hints of hope, bouncing subtle shadows across the slowly relaxing waves… sparkling their crescent shapes with diamonds.
She collapses at my feet, sobbing.
I look on, out over the vacant sea, wondering what has become…

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Autumnal Equinox (a dream)

Disappearing in a haze of dusk, evening barters with a lingered musk of autumn’s creeping, burgeoned hope, early setting sun just lopes effortless toward the horizon.

Quiet calm throughout these woods, grants a peace to what I would, or should endeavor for my rest, yawning pleasures bring the best of what such dreams might lean on.

Steady turning, shadows fade, to echoed angels in the shade where once my summer’s heat escaped, to feel the cooling taste of grapes, in tiny luscious nectars.

Now just stretching leaves and vines, along the fence, defending signs that summer’s never out of reach, but autumn’s hold on summer breached the failing season’s vector.

My eyes grow heavy, my body, rest, and to the day I give my best to hold on just an hour more, but calmly find I’m nodding off in silent sweeps of evening’s thought that bends my head toward the floor.

So in peaceful sacrifice, surrender comes to be my wife and guide me to an early bed, where calmly call the cricket’s stead, to sleep and dream once more.

Autumn comes in subtle shades where summer’s scent is gently played to perfumes of a sweeter musk, time and aging, so I trust, will call me home to sleep.

That there upon my wakening, cooling sun and shape of things that beckon kind a hint of fall, bring to me another call of years still yet to keep.

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