Dream Time Poetry

Mist swirls as if propelled to be
a lifelong living entity
but creation writes the story
and makes of mist a seasonal
and passing happenstance.
In comes in low and stealthily
with the mind of a criminal
intent on stealing love
and ransacking true insight
and then it disappears
as fate decrees it must
to allow the “Seek and Find”
its chance to be around.
Seek sticks close [...]

The grass is green and “squishy” soft
under one and two and many more
footsteps placed just so
and, oh, just so to satisfy
the need of easy passage
to where’re the journey ends.
Little is known of the “far ahead”
perceived as just a dream
but when the grass turns brown
and the ground a hardened mass
footsteps falter, pause, then stop
at the point [...]

Love is unable and cannot, will not,
bind man to land for eternity
but rather allows a soul to evolve
beyond the confines of human existence.
Immortality is the promise of love,
pretenders will not be granted entry,
but how do we qualify, what must we do,
to receive and enjoy such a wonderful gift?
Some have limits to how much they give,
some [...]

The weather has changed;
the sky is dull and grey
and unseasonal rain
falls softly, tenderly,
on that wandering soul
of the will to live.
Yet still the scene is beautiful
in a morbid sort of way
and the will intrigued sets out
to experience the fullness
of a life away from home.
And then there’s a pause,
nothing changes overall,
and a flicker of regret
shivers through [...]

So the will to live split mind and soul
and sent the former home again
to act as temporary stand-in
for the real thing.
The soul released travelled on
through human conflict, tears, and woe
seeking in that density
true and abiding meaning.
The days were hard and taxing
for the soul knows love’s awaiting
when night descends and blankets so
human protective measures
that come in [...]

The brain shuts down when pain decides
to squeeze like a steel vice
and draw each drop of happiness
from one imprisoned so.
And with each drop the will to live
is lost and wanders far
until in sleep the mind shouts out
“Come, please come home”
but the will now free uncertain
stands immobile for a while.
In this stance it thinks to be
a [...]

Nothing yet but not to say
the mail man’s gone away
but rather that the sender
went one day on a bender
and forgot to put in motion
the package of intention.
But the package of intention
large, heavy, in retention
sinks quickly to the bottom
of the cumbersome
and lies like a thing ignored
in a lifetime’s bottom drawer.
It cannot wiggle toes
or dance to [...]