Stare into the fire’s glow
What do you see
what do you know
Watch the dance
see the solidness of reality
melt away
beneath the all consuming
onslaught of irrelevant meaning
The race is on
who will burn out long before
the end that is the end
understanding dawns
with the coming dawn
the dream is the solid
passion the flame
the work
that which is near and dear
to feed the fire
until the dream consumes the soul
Once upon a lifetime dreary
I walked the earth succinct and weary
Over a many days, life became a bore
and then
Finally, again
I heard the song
And I began again to dance
I remembered slowly at first
tentative steps
between silence and starlight
tentative became lively
and lively became life
And here we find ourselves
shiny tin hat
tiny orange wings
bare feet in the snow
rainbow of colors
clinging to every conceivable
place in my world
and I dance
hear your own tuba
who needs to march to a drum
Thrill to whatever music
your heart can hear
the past is behind you
the beauty within you
dance to your magic
live for your dreams
Petals fall
her whole world
washed out and gray
lacking all luster
to make it through the day
nothing she did
helped her heart shine
she wore no smile
I tried to give her mine
superficial beauty
kissed every feature
her heart was frightened
a lonely creature
yet in the quiet darkness
beneath the shine of the stars
she came to understand
her dreams matter as much as ours
Hello
are you out there
I think
I know you are
because
I can see the little tufts
of steam
your breath makes
on my dreams
The thoughts are heavy
in the not quite dawn
they weigh
on your mind
and your soul
they tickle your brain
and scratch
little holes
in your waking
demanding to be let out
to play
if you are out there
and I know you’re out there
why don’t you come closer
come in
or I’ll come out
enjoy the coffee and play
in the piles
of memories and dreams
Hot tears of resentment
mix with choking disappointment
they burn with a cold
that freezes the heart
and stifles the scream
choke off
life’s breath
still caught in the throat
and rots the soul
the silent scream
of dying dreams
mix with the drying sobs
of guilt
Lost
Forever gone
Chewed and swallowed
Scattered and piled
In the dark corners
Of the scary closet
Hidden
With quarter inch albums
Snatches
Of leather an fur
Lost
Are the words
That laid unneeded
Uncared for
Resented
Misunderstood
With the derision
Of the self sanctified
And ever so
Well meaning
The words
Of the child
Growing into her own
Mind
Skin
Dreams
Tossed
And lost
Forever
And those
Who threw those words
To the night wind
Never once cared
Memories crunch
beneath my nearly naked feet
Dreams fade into the smell
of birth and death
yesterday, tomorrow, now
Aimlessly
thoughtlessly
absentmindedly
I walk
shuffle step
to hear the crunch
smell the mapply oakness
that escapes from
the roads that I didn’t take
and wish I had
And here I am
in the autumn of my youth
shuffling my feet
through
what are still my dreams
Through the songs unsung
The words stuck
racing each other
around in the addled rainbow of my brain
I lose myself
in trying in this autumn
to find myself again.
I listen to the shuffle crunch
that loses the memories
makes me wish
for the dreams that I still wish I could dream
though the light
of the harshest sun
burns away any false hope
realize that
if not today then when
but my today
is spent.
Slowly
Steadily
Inch by imperceptible inch
It eats away
At the night
Pushing back the quiet
The peace
The solicitude
The flights of fancy
REM sleep
Replacing it with
The stark
Unyielding
Unrelenting
Reality
Of the day ahead
Glory in the breaking dawn
Capture it
Bottle it
To uncork
And savor
When the day gets long
I can hear them calling
Haunting is the melody
The song of long forgotten voices
Of the honeybees and fireflies
That skitter through my dreams
I feel the dew
Heavy and cold
under naked feet
Sticks fast the new cut grass
And taste the blue black blanket
Shivering under the weight
Of ten thousand ice stars
Frog and cricket chorus
Serenade the night dance
Moon shadows touch feet
Feet take flight
Misspent dreams of long ago
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