Category: dreams

Lay your head on my heart

Lay your head on my heart

Feel the beats stop and start
Our mind pictures blending

the feelings we are tending

feel the warmth of my skin

it must be win win

Reach out to me
Feel the beats stop and start

describe your feelings

in this time we are stealing

a time free to care

we have little to spare

Lay your head on my heart
Examine joys from the coffer

take the key

unlock possibilities

Lay your head on my heart

Feel the beats stop and start

Key of Destiny

Ornate key with topaz stud  you seem part of my destiny

I am dreaming, what do represent you are all mystery

Solid, cold and beautiful you are a work of art

I cannot remember where you came from. Or why
I am dreaming?  What do you represent you are all mystery

Do you represent the past, the future or foretell misery

I cannot remember where you came from.  Or why

You are so important, I assess you searching for clues

Do you represent the past, the future or foretell misery

Are you the tool to unlock my tangled life, a mark of divinity

You are so important, I assess you searching for clues

Where can I seek the answers that I need are they within
Are you the tool to unlock my tangled life,  a mark of divinity 

Solid cold and beautiful you are a work of art

Where can I seek the answers thst I need are they within 

Ornate key with topaz stud  are you part of my psyche?

Another Pantoum

Anticipation

Anticipation 

Starting a new chapter

Anticipation

New period of rapture

Anticipation 

Tick all the boxes
Anticipation

Expecting lots of validation

Throw out procrastination

Anticipation

Putting aside old wrongs 

Clean sheet being strong
Anticipation

 Damp down expectations

Anticipation

Waiting for  adventure, to hatch

Anticipation

Dancing the sky dreamy.

The triolet

Dancing the sky, dreamy, souls entwined,

Our essence mingling freely ,bobbing wild,

Gossamar threads ,keep our essence aligned,

    Dancing the sky, dreamy, souls entwined,

        Spreading light, heating our desires tide,

            Aerial ballet, across the air compiled,

Dancing the sky, dreamy, souls entwined,

Our essence mingling freely ,bobbing wild.
Our essence mingling freely, bobbing wild,

Floating balloons, in a brightening sky,

Gossamar threads start to colour our divide

     Our essence mingling freely, bobbing wild,

         Suffused, in the  ever clamouring  tide,

             Wishing for darkness that’s no lie,

Our essence mingling freely, bobbing wild
Floating balloons, in a brightening sky. 
Floating balloons, in a brighening sky,

We soar apart, flowing  back to real lives,

Happiness and regret our demeanour signify,

    Floating balloons, in a brighening sky,

       In this oasis of calm, our lives satisfy,

          Our fantasy life some would catechize,

Floating balloons in a brightening sky,

We soar apart, flowing back to real lives.  

The word of power

I challenge you, a deal to win

Ignite me, light a spark within

Hold me close, liberate the waves

 Energy, jumping set ablaze

I challege you to spin my dreams

Educate me, help me to  ply my schemes

Join me , help me in my wonder

Send me to the heights, sate my hunger

Liberate and Join  with me

Ignite me,light a spark 

Then set me free.

Revised You

I posted the poem you yesterday I have reviewed it and changed and hopefully improved it what do you think? 
You.
There is no mistaking you,

Standing poised by the jeep, 

Surrounded by  fractured light, like

a being from another  dimension,

Your head thrown back, emitting sounds

that I cannot hear,

 I am imagining, the infectious

booming laughter, rolling from your lips. 

 

Images blown like paper, stirring, in the draught

from an open window,

Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork.
As I move closer, you shift, showing

your chiselled profile, from under 

the blue baseball cap,

The dark blue fatigues emphasise the sculpted

compactness of your form,

 I walk quietly towards you, but some sixth sense,

Causes you to turn, and I am caught 

mesmerised, by the brightness of your gaze,

Those glorious grey eyes flecked with gold, dominant 

your tanned face, drawing me into your world, your soul ,

My heart hammers.

 Images blown like paper, stirring, in the draught

 from an open window,

Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork.
I see the colours, the colours of the African day,

Reflected in the honey toned 

clarity of your skin, 

The vividness of your eyes, the glinting silver 

stubble  on your chin, 

and the crow’s feet wrinkles, 

mirroring the drought parched land.

Etched in memory.
Images blown like paper, stirring, in the draught

 from an open window,

Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork.
 

Firm lips, corners kinked, into the hint of a smile,

 Speak words in accent less English,

Always a surprise given your antecedents, 

There is a hint of croaky gravelliness,  in your diction,

 Some harshness evident,  like the croak of an eagle,

You turn back, then lope off with

 long strides, lithe as a big cat,

Your controlled movements, denote a man of action,

Sexuality oozes, even from your retreating form,

How can you be defined?

My Patchwork picture has empty squares.

 Images blown like paper, stirring, in the draught

 from an open window,

Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork.
There is a cold breeze raising goosebumps on my skin,

As you disappear into the heat haze,

Hopes, dreams, and beliefs unshared,

Images blown like paper, Stirring, in the draught 

from an open window,

Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork,

Whirling, swirling always mine.

 

Idle Dreams

My idle dreams can help me merge my various forms 

and recreate visions of the future,

 or just allow me a space to be the me I would like to be, 

The child , the femme fatal, the carer,the cook,all part of me,

My fantasies can take me away from the angst of a dreadful day,

Or maybe I can just escape in a little space in time

merge all my selves, have time sublime,

Act a scene with Cary Grant, private jet to the South of France,

Find treasure in a search, ride my magic carpet, dance and prance

Who knows what my idle dreams will be

Daydreaming happy dreams can’t you see?

Trapped

I am trapped in a place

I am not sure if it’s real

The paths are all gone

 At best it’s surreal.
The leaves have all fallen

They crunch underfoot

There is no perspective

I think I am forsook.
This land of the fae

Is an alien place

They called to me, plaintive

That diminutive race
I am trapped in a place

I am not sure if its real

I am moving forward 

Like on, a hamster’s wheel.
My heart is a thundering

My breath fast and tight

Darkness has descended

Like the darkest, moonless night.
My boots keep me walking

The air feels real chill

The fireflies are biting

They are making me ill.
Why did I wish for a different fate

You asked me to marry you

I just couldn’t relate

I took my love  away ,with no review.
Now I am paying, what’s overdue

I am trapped in a place far from home

I know its the end the fireflies have grown

Those fae creatures,will make me atone.
Written to relate to a photo prompt.