Dream Time Poetry

Slowly, slowly coming home
the spirit into man
and smiles a woman so, just so
but in the night she cries
for gone the lost and wandering
that brought love into mind.
And mind unto the body joined
ignites the fire, desire
but she and I watch embers die
for such is life without
the needful spirit heat.
’tis a shame the tears that fall
for [...]

Love leads with a gentle hand
right to the edge of time
where I stand as one in awe
of what is still in store
for it stretches still and further on
than ever thought before.

And too love snatches back again
the vision of it all
to make of mind the searching kind
that ne’er can see [...]

Down at the tip of the southern shore where the sea always flows as before the eyes
of a searcher look far ahead but soon unwillingly return once again to where she started
out from. No grain of sand is exempted from the eternal movement of life’s restlessness
but she is now anchored and firmly [...]

The voice of a poet soft and dulcet in its tone
or harsh, abrasive, cutting, and reaching to the core,
moves freely like the wind, touching, circulating,
and speaking only, and always, to those who wish to hear.

Ideology, philosophy, wishful thinking, memories,
unsubstantiated dreams, and hopes, wishes, needs,
woven like a tapestry too soon to be outdated
and discarded like a [...]

I get the drift, the drift of life, and how unperturbed it flows directly and determinedly
right to the very end. No rock can bar the way or stand up to the force of unrelenting
movements towards extermination of our once-upon-a-times.
Some may pause at the bank to feel again the wonder of days spent in the sun [...]

There could be rain today falling on my window pane
and lightening in the sky because of love’s denial
and there could be thunder rumbling like a deep heartache
if I was asleep to the spirit in your keep.

There, you see, in the mind where memory abides
I feel but cannot see who stands left, right, behind,
the body beautiful [...]