My dreams were surreal.
My morning thoughts ... of You.

I kissed Your shadow
Held Your essence

and traveled with the ghosts
of dimensions
outside of our primate
understanding.

I traveled further
further
further

felt a tug
on the stream of silver light
which was attached to my soul

I turned and saw You

"Not your time yet,
come home my love."
You said

The ivory palace behind me
hummed
"You will remember the way
++++++." It called me by name.

I returned to You, saw my machine.
"I've been keeping watching over it."
You answered before I asked.

"I love you." You said

"Don't leave me." I implored

"I never have." You said as You
disappeared

I kissed Your shadow
and went back to sleep.

I watch the wind blow the
naked trees as I write this
poem (?)
in my sleep.

The Arrival

First day of spring
snow
tumbled and danced
from the sky
Blanketing all with a white
down comforter
Mother Nature laughed at
snows antics
Plant life sighed with
loving patience at its'
playful but late sibling
and settled back into the earth
for the day
 
Snow giggled as children
scooped him up into their
innocent hands
and sent him flying through the
cool Spring air
 
Snow "harumphed" as adults
cleared him from their
cars and streets
annoyed at him for surprising
them with his
late and unexpected
arrival
 
Mother Nature smiled an
indulgent smile and
let him have the day
Then as the sun rose
the following morning
she kissed her wintry
child
and told him that his
time for play
was at an end
 
Snow sighed and warmed himself
in his mother's embrace
He melted and woke his siblings
 
As they drank his thoughtful
gift
he bid them good spring
 
They thanked him by
opening their faces and
smiling into the sun.

Random(?) Thoughts

Wild flowers or Roses?
I'll take an armful of wild flowers
any day.
. . . Always
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Gentle breeze
Sunlight peeking in
Good morning
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If we put as many demands and pressures on
shoes and homes, as we do on love, we'd be
barefoot and homeless.
- Berger
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Walls around and above
we've created our very on maze
If we took away the signs and arrows
we'd be no better than the rats
Trapped
in a maze of our own making
 
I really don't want to do this
again
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We have tarpped ourselves in a m z
a e
of our own
creation
Therefore
God
has
trapped
himself in a
e a
z m
because
there
is
God
in each of us.
 
mazelight(?)
huh?
 
 
I saw the child smile
a small dreamy
smile
as she
unfocused on this
world
and traveled into a world
of her own
creation.
 
The day will be good.
 
 

The Blur

Music swirling throughout
soul
Taking me away
Highway blurring past
I'm on my way
To new places
The highway's pull is powerful
beautiful, mysterious
New
Beginnings
I have no place for endings in
This life
Take me
Lift me from the brambles and
vines that hold me to the
past
The highway unrolls beneath me
The Blur becomes sharp
Cutting the vines
More grow to replace
The severed ones
Reaching
I move, not always fast enough
The Blur slows
Refocus
Movement forward resumes
The past and future pulls
Something will give
It will not be me.