Tag Archives: dreams
Poem of the Night 1.3.24…
. Night comes too soon, I am just hitting my stride and comfortable with the day, all work and chores done, a chance to relax, time to have fun – yet night creeps in drops its darkness as shades drawn … Continue reading
Whispers at the window of the night …
. When I lie in bed held by darkness (the only thing that envelops me now as you used to do) I imagine what will one day flash before my eyes with various filters: Care, Laughter, Love — and you … Continue reading
The next harvest-moon dance . . .
. Hold my hand as I’ve imagined . . . after we have hugged You sit across from me smiling in the candlelight of the cafe’ . . . perhaps first we’ll watch a movie Sharing buttered popcorn on the … Continue reading
Questions of Love: imaginings . . .
. Is what you love what is, or what may be? What you imagine may be created, is future as fiction. This I’ve learned in a dream where a man in a striped shirt is on a high wire between … Continue reading
Dark Lake Dream.
. The water is black like summer tar. We squint and summon moonlight to find where in the cold night we are adrift in an old metal rowboat with rivets gleaming bobbing back and forth on gentle waves the camera pans out farther and farther … Continue reading
In the days before,
. reading was an Elysian door to islands and rivers and forests cool, secluded, enwrapped even peopled somehow perfect rapt full and comforted off to bed with dreams already started as if once upon a time before raw aches of back and bones … Continue reading
Dreams perceived.
. Good-night, you with your eyes closed to the world, your fists loose and still, and your breathing soft, catching now and then when dreams interject; meanwhile I dream awake and watching you, a world where honest and true are colors of … Continue reading
From the Perimeter . . . 
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