Posts Tagged ‘dream’
week 663 ~ in the company
in the company
of those I love well
of my family
I rest happily
for this brief sweet spell
in the company
of laughter silly
games red zinfandel
of my family
I dream most nights see
their faces to dwell
in the company
of those who love me
too a carousel
of my family
that twirls in 3-D
beyond our farewell
in the company
of my family
week 659 ~ when I think about tomorrow
when I think about tomorrow
when I dream about what’s coming
basking in the summer sun ring
turning time away from sorrow
I realize I need to borrow
from my equity of past joy
gather up my strength to destroy
fear to reimagine my days
whole and peaceful counting the ways
onward finding strength to employ
week 551 ~ a small fragment of hope though unbidden
a small fragment of hope though unbidden
lingers near the corner of my vision
not leading forward for truth still hidden
paints a future unknown how can I shun
the light imaginary though it may
be at this moment still waiting to shine
to illuminate the dream that won’t say
its name not yet the one that could be mine
or could remain stillborn in this climate
of uncertain weather harsh refusals
pound like driving rain I try to time it
to break for the door but life bamboozles
me at every turn flaunting its disguise
I teeter perplexed wishing to be wise
week 474 ~ the most important thing is peace
the most important thing is peace
of mind the kind that leads to sleep
at night where promises will keep
and you can let yourself release
control convince your brain to cease
obsessing trust in the moment
without asking where the dream went
knowing life’s still as it should be
where you left it close your eyes see
you’ve just paused waiting for intent
week 468 ~ I wish I truly felt that way
I wish I truly felt that way
it would be so much easier
to sleep at night to dream infer
peace from silence ignore decay
be hopeful keep the dark at bay
hold onto evening visualize
what never despite many tries
becomes in the end actual
though nothing’s inevitable
there’s sorrow when I close my eyes
week 464 ~ as if the Mona Lisa came alive
as if the Mona Lisa came alive
and politely asked for a martini
straight up explaining breathlessly no jive
it’s hard outrunning the paparazzi
extra olives and light on the vermouth
she settles in and tells tall tales about
da Vinci and the joys of misspent youth
you better pay attention or she’ll pout
but as you start to ask a question she
looks up perturbed and says it’s time to go
she still has an important date to keep
and you’re left wondering what that could be
poised on the edge of a dream who can know
what goes on beyond the borders of sleep