Dream Time Poetry

When there’s no enthusiasm
for the bed and sheets, pillows,
love like a restless bird
has flown right out the window.
Too late to close the window;
what’s meant to be has been
but not too sure returns a one
unto the forgotten.
And then the forgotten
returns slowly ever sure
into the realms
of absolute denial
until denial like the thing it is
brings the truth a-tumbling [...]

When the “Universe” thinks it’s time to reveal
what really cannot be seen
it catches a woman humbled by love
and imprisons her in the know.
For a time that knowing a suffering
simply too hard to bear
and she crumbles like stone into dust
in the confines of physical form.
That dust within not easily seen
waits for the wind to blow
or a [...]

There’s a place in the middle of humankind
that’s like a vortex of sorts
and it holds the past with an iron fist
not destined to ever erode.
It’s clever and sly in it’s will to abide
by the manufacturer’s guarantee
but the fist doesn’t know
the unbound power of one
a force to be reckoned with.
So when of a mind the [...]

It talks to me, sings to me,
though it never utters a word,
It lifts me up, up, up,
though it doesn’t have any arms
and makes the unseen spin inside
always and ever to music
I never ever can hear.
Without any hands it touches
my, oh, so tender spot
and silently wipes away a tear
I thought to forever ignore
and there are [...]

A tapestry of love’s desire
stitched and weaved with memories
unravels in two hearts apart
and lays bare the needs of soul.
But threads of past intensity
unrelenting stay attached
like spirit hands in devil lands
won’t leave well enough alone.
In this unholy matrimony
a mind entwined can’t disengage
from the snap and crackle, pop,
of sparks growing into flames.
‘tis love or not [...]

A sadness o’er lays the glory of days
and nights become darker than dark
in the knowing that love’s energy
remains confined and restricted
to only the perimeter
of skin, fat, muscle, bone.
It cannot creep in to the mind of men
or into the heart of women
unless its presence is made known
in the most strangest of ways.
It can’t ever be part [...]

When it comes time to do something
it seems that things multiply
and suddenly another thing
cries, “Me, me, me, me, me”
and you look at that thing wondering
if that thing fits other things
or whether it’s just a thing
creeping into other things
where nothing belongs.
So come all things, those merry things,
into life’s Pandora’s box
where they commune with other things
and intertwine [...]

I do not have to shop for magic wands and fairy spells
because the store is closed to believers just like me
and yet I stop to think that maybe this or that
could magically transform my dreams into real.
Dream catchers are for fools content to only dream,
bones and stones can’t break the window of a soul,
and [...]

The gypsy’s fire has burnt to ash
and she has now retired
from passion’s inspiration
to dance so mindfully
to the tune of all she feels.
The rain has started falling;
pitter-patter, pit-pat-pat,
and there’s a momentary pause
before the rain is allowed
to mingle with her tears
and make them be as not.
The pause is the time between
what was and what must be
to [...]

When breathing in the breath of pain
it’s like the mind turns upside down
to catch the bit that’s left behind
the rise of hot air agony.
Upside down means not alright
to view the future glow of light
that hovers close, so very close,
to absorb that agony
and dissipate the impact
on those who will eventually
merge into the light.
It’s happening beyond my [...]