The lonely soul
is a beauty.
She is quiet,
so quiet
as she whispers her way
through the noise,
through the dark,
through the rain.
Sing a sweet song to her.
Call to her
and she shall hand you
a soft and thoughtful dream.
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Tag: Dreams
This silence
is the cloud I fall upon
when I don’t know where to fly.
How beautiful
just to float.
Here.
Now.
Eternally.
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Little Light
What colour shall I paint my sky?
Soft-pink and grey:
clouds of spun sugar,
sweet dreams that drift me to life?
Bring me a cool breath of clarity.
Bring me a little light,
and I will shine it, wherever I may go.
Though the roads may crumble
and darken
and fade,
I will have my little light.
I will have my sweet dreamy sky.
Her flight
was sweet.
And every bit as magical
as the hummingbird
sipping honeysuckle
beside her.
She wished for peace
and love.
And dance parties.
In the kitchen.
This life.
It is not what they have shown it to be.
The cold stone walls,
the repeating days in chains of grey.
This life is the art I hold in my own hands.
The art of my body as it stretches into the morning.
The art of breakfast as I eat the colours of the sun.
This life is what I ask it to be.
And, today, I ask it to be
beautiful.
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Emerald Sweet
I breathe
but I can’t feel you.
I soften but creation does not flow.
Am I stuck?
Or do I just think
I am stuck
because I am not flying
through raw wisps of forestland?
It is my choice to be there,
drifting in the emerald sweet.
Where I am meant to be.
Where I will always be in my mind.
And my heart.
Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now?
The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be.
And though my heart is full, will I always dream of something more?
Of the life beyond the life?
The echo of the here.
The shadow of the now.
Dreams are always somewhere else, aren’t they?In a place that doesn’t exist.
Shall I creep towards that place, knowing there is no destination?
Knowing the birth of a dream will only end it and call forth the birth a new one?
Knowing the dream train will never ever reach the station?
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Sail With Me
And surely as the river
of the sky soothes me,
every star of this night
will sail with me
home.
Home is in this house.
The quiet of my love for them.
The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world.
Home, you are my refuge.
Family, you are my home.
