He sits crossed-legged, trunk upright,
mind floating like a falling leaf
tangled in a gust of wind.
Searching for all the enlightenment
he can fit into a bowl of stars,
the light of which, while older now, still
captivates his gaze.
Silently, breathing in the wondrousness
of nothing less than all that’s ever been.
Wondering why the quiet is so loud.
He rises to his feet, stretches and inhales.
Thoughts begin to wander and soon he’s off
believing that he’s counted all the stars.
Drawing on the concrete wall
Images begin to crawl
Echoes there upon the wall
Chalk and fury
Across the wall
Drenched in color
A moving glow
Descends into this
There on the wall
Nights are colder
Through what has been
Days gone by
Dreams left sleeping
Seeping deep into the wall
Sleepy feelings erupted on the landscape in her mind. Volcanoes jutted up across wild fields of endless rhyme. Visions from the clouds rained down to fill the empty streams. The lava steamed with fury as her heart began to dream.
The streams turned into rivers and then they overflowed. Passing memories drifted through the valleys of her soul. Trees of truth grew in those valleys, just outside her door. A million leaves were scattered deep across her bedroom floor.
She was resting thereon pillows of moss, lightly tossed to urge the scent. Windows open, the breeze came in and tickled her until she laughed. A fish walked through the open door and spoke to her of things to come. Running through sweet fields of clover, she met her dreams yet to be spun.
Down in the valley, she danced to the rhythm of another moonlit night. Waltzing through the land of lyrics, she teased the streams with pure delight. Wandering through the lava fields with flowers growing in her hair, she tiptoed through the evening air, picking dreams once planted there.
Across the valley, the rains subside. The rivers wane and the starlight hides. A misty glow comes to steal the night. Sunlight rises as her dreams take flight.
I poured my dreams into a lake
And watched them slowly dissipate
Those tender drops dissolved in waves
Rolling through the thoughts I’ve saved
Drenched in sunlight, dancing there
Those dreams evolved into a mist
Lifting up, it kissed the sky
Spinning rainbows for my eyes
Butterflies in brilliant light
What a sight as dreams take flight
Whatever comes, whatever goes
The ripples in the lake still flow
New thoughts reach down, deep down inside
As wonder drifts up from the waves
The lake returns so many dreams
Her wispy visions come to me
I let the dreams flow over me
The lake has now become a sea
I’m all absorbed in its salty spray
I drift away into another dream
A kid can flee so easily
running out through the open door.
They’ll climb a tree and find a world
so different than before.
Some dig a hole and pile up snow
to make themselves a fort
Or take their leave across the fields,
a different kind of sport.
Crawling through the hayfields,
picking berries in the grass,
celebrating little streams,
watching them flow past.
Cats and dogs and little frogs,
birds and squirrels and ponies.
Draped in mirth and soiled with dirt
the earth is not so lonely
Stepping through the stony fields,
hoping that first kiss will last,
playing through the summer glow,
the days flow by, it starts to snow/
Suddenly a memory grows.
It grows into a dream gone by.
Moving on into the haze,
entranced, we fail to count the days.
It’s just a game we have to play.
The rhythm of the years descend.
Pretending all the dreams are real
we pass our time spinning on a wheel.
Then at last, in the light of day,
we look around and feel the sound
of trumpets blaring in our ears,
gently teasing all our fears.
We deny the facts but that won’t last.
We’re stemming tears we’ve gathered here,
passing time inside our minds,
believing things we cannot find.
So clouds drift by, time ticks away.
The games we played are getting older.
From little kids just playing soldier
the world now sits upon our shoulders.