Freed to Love

catwoman-wow1She wasn’t a beauty in the
perceived physical sense

But,

she was perfectly beautiful.

No, she wasn’t without flaws,

(for, none of us are)

But,
she was perfectly perfect for
the hearts made to love her
in all that she was

and,

when her eyes gazed into mine
I saw the universe through her soul and
knew without doubt she had freed my own
from its eternal quest to know true love.

~*~

©Daydreamer *All rights reserved

A Miracle in the Making

imageToday I saw a sunset
like I’d never seen before
and a red sky at night is
a shepherds delight but…
no shepherds were needed
to gaze upon this sight.

The sun opened its mouth
across the horizon
(an amazing fete
to reach out from so far
and kiss the Earth with
passsion).

And I too was caught
in the glow
awash in all her colours!

Colours that I’ve never seen
splashed clear across
the sky……

Perhaps it was our Creators
way of saying:

” LOOK YOU ALL…..FOR HERE AM I “

~*~
©Daydreamer *All rights reserved

Awakening

shhhhBe still for once and
let the silence win.

For…

it’s in pure silence that
all truth is found.

Silence of the mind

to heal, to learn, to share,
to live, to love.

In silence we can reach that place
that oh so elusive plateau called
serenity
and with serenity comes

Awakenings.

A steady flow.
A slow opening of the heart and soul
in ripples of thought which seep
through the walls we build
rising to the surface, finally
…to breathe.

In silence we are at ‘one’

Battles fought and lost
in inner rage are
gone as new enlightenment
floods the soul.

In silence we realise
the future doesn’t just belong
to those of us who dream

but…

those who believe in
their own awakening.

~**~

©Daydreamer          *All rights reserved

Hero

imagesStrands of light
under a door
slips of hope
stream through in rays

sleek, silent
teardrops from the sun.

Would you give your life
like a hero
to save hers

(gladly)

Sunrise,
sunset

Poets and warriors
dare
to risk it all

for a look
a smile
a touch

which brings them in
from the wilderness
or, from being buried
deep among the ruins

of living life
without passion.

~*~

©Daydreamer *All rights reserved

Life Force

RivermoonFree.

Like me.

The river lives and breathes
again, free of winters freeze.
It’s steady rhythm, the
beating of a heart in
time with mine.

Soothing

moving me along in its
harmony of song.

Rise and fall with the tide.
I too fall and rise, for
the river runs as deep
as the deepest
parts of me

Sets my soul free to
come and go as it glides
in that timeless
liquid flow.

It sees me aim as high as
I can fly on peaceful wings
beneath a moonlit sky as
our dear Lady Luna presents
a host of diamonds in
dazzling display to
shimmer across the river
and…

My mood.

True jewels of the night
which gleam for my delight
or anyone who cares to
share the dream.

…Yes

The river once again
runs free

…and

its life force
flows in
Me

~*~

©Daydreamer   *All rights reserved

Soul Kiss

flsunrise5Waking early

I opened my eyes
lazily gazed upon
original sunrise
stretched out before me
like a lovers repose.

Invisible
(imagined embrace)
I felt
the gentle swish of trees
as they danced with
undeniable excellence.

Closed sleepy lids
once more
gazed upon some
distant shore
to journeys end
where my love lies
patiently waiting.

A profound love
complete for its
surrender

which,

(even in my longing)
the seat of my
yearning embraces
this

as exquisite in its ache
as your kiss was
to the longing in
my soul.

~*~

©Daydreamer    *All rights reserved

Life’s Prize

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Rain, rain, rain
falling on my mood

hits the roof
I sit in
filling me with…

Something
missing

Is that hope I see
on the other side
shifting the misery
and gloom.

A loan gull floats
upon wild waves
amid white horses
galloping a pace

the water too
as restless
tosses, rolls
releases him once
again to swim.

I shiver like
the tree limbs do
still awaiting the cloaks
to hide their naked
winter sleep.

and I…

I hold this time within
and count it as
life’s prize.

~*~

©Daydreamer *All rights reserved

The God You Know

2572507She gazed into my eyes and
touched my soul

Caressed the pain it held
with sensual excellence.

No price was too high
no debt too great
no sacrifice too dear to
walk the path not taken.

When fates collide
the quest becomes
crusade.

It denies
hearts of darkness
to fulfill its destiny

reaching through
the ether to stroke the
ties that bind

to find purity in
fallen angels

to rescue a mortal beloved
for the greater good

to unite under a
Heavenly sky
and…

discover the God
you know

…is love.
~*~

© Daydreamer        *All rights reserved

Undone

LighthandsA smile
reaching beyond borders
held me

…Captive.

A breath in time
caught on winds of song

lifting sadness
took it on a
ride through joy.

Oh, the battles that I’ve had
mostly from within

…Yet

The Phoenix rises

her ashes soon forgotten
as she takes up her flight
again

Aware that even in death
She will never leave her
soul’s work

Undone.

~*~
© Daydreamer   *All rights reserved

Blue Moon

BluemoonI weep my silent tears that
no-one ever hears
nor knows occur
except for her….

My darling, lady moon.

She knows my secret sorrows
in all of my tomorrows
yet, never betrays those secrets
already told.

She’s big, she’s bright, she’s bold
and daring but yet, delicate and
oft times softly pale
caring only for her moon-child
minds well-being.

I tell her everything and
she sits there listening
never condemns
nor apportions blame
as she shines up above
on this one, she so loves.

I speak to her in whispers
of dreams that never came true
of years of silent waiting
for someone such as you
(my mate in soul)
who found me
but cannot be with me
much less share my life.

So, my lady moon
I turn to you once more
weep these silent tears
for the one that I adore
pour out this sorrow
from my aching heart
knowing that those
milken drops of mine
will reach the safety of your
Blue-moon hue
and that my secret sadness
is forever safe with you.

~*~
© Daydreamer              *All rights reserved

I wrote this back in 2000. Thought I’d publish again

Lines

music_note_and_people_vector_550932It’s all lines
laughter lines
life lines

Math

Music

Ah,
where would I be
without those notes
of sanity.

They’re all Greek to me

yet,

make such a beautiful
noise.

A semi quaver
treble clef

A note
suspended momentarily
and I shiver from the
silence in between.

Passion stirs in the pauses
which rise and fall.

I swim with its flow
realising I cannot read but,
can clearly hear the sounds of
ecstasy and love
you share in every line.

~*~
© Daydreamer                   *All rights reserved

Light

Doveblue

People pass
enjoy blue sky

soft, sensual

my soul still weeps
for you, for me
for history

but,

Time can’t erase
the promise of
eternity.

Birds take to flight

…glide
smooth

like my hands upon your skin
set yours to shivering.

The veil into beyond

transparent

allows light to seep within
seeking the darkest corners
where you hid
among my suffering

but…

You gave such gifts
and never truly knew
grief too, is one

and,

Without the dark
we’d have no need of light

~*~

       © Daydreamer         *All rights reserved

Summer Night Dream

© Albert Bloch Summer Night 1913

Is it a monster over there
red and furry
eyes that stare and mouth
gaping, wide open.
Nothing is clear
just don’t go too near.

A crown lays in waste
upon cotton-wool roads
(maybe a toad-king lost it)

Mountains reach for
who knows where
sparklers of ice catch sun
or, are they moonbeams.

People
(if that is truly what they are)
seem lost also
pondering the scene

an oddly placed hand
hides sexuality
and yet
theirs is so ambiguous
as too, is this
summer nights dream.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo              *All rights reserved

*I read this about this painting and have to agree:

Summer Night is a purely poetic composition. Do not look at it as a picture; look at it as if it were, say, the drop curtain of a theatre, for then it would not seem at all strange, but on the contrary a very unusual and very beautiful curtain”

So, taking the pic for what it is, and the title being a bit like Shakespeare’s Midsummer Nights Dream I also went with the dream theme.

Shared with Magpie Tales#133 Art of Albert Bloch

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Angel of the Night

Dear Angel of the night what a
beautiful sight you are
Awesome indeed.

Did you know expectation
failed and, I was in need?

I never asked you to listen to
my life’s affair or plight
and yet here you are
appearing from somewhere deep
inside those oceans in my mind
where thoughts sometimes swim in
a downward spiral of the never-ending
kind.

Angel of the night take me on
your fantastic flight of
imagination.
I dream of flying with you
but then…
…you know I do.

Is that why you’ve broken free of
the sea that’s threatening to
drag me down to its bottomless pit.

Did you sense me drowning?

Angel of the night, I will never
surrender your light
nor sink beneath the oceans
weight inside my mind.
You are all the goodness there will
ever be in me
so take me on that flight and
never give me up nor, let me
count the cost
for as long as I have you my
soul is never lost.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo      *All rights reserved

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Poetry Jam Letters

Dream Catcher

Lying there
feelings now unguarded, bare
laughter tickles
in feather light strokes
floating across a soul’s peaceful
river of thought.

A longing too dark to be seen
but still felt inside the dream
memories of coldness in
days without sun
yet there is no surrender
…no forgiving yield.

I cannot undo the done
and, a faceless someone
wishes me ill
Shoves into the midst of my dream
scares me into rapid heart beat
pulses race against doing her will.

The harshest voice I’ve ever heard
broke the news in shouts of gloating glee

‘You cannot dream what is not.’

Stifling fear she seemed so intent
on planting, I looked beyond her
to see my beloved white dove flying
once more, to guide.
To glide me through the horror
of the dream and lead me
away from those dark depths of despair
following her endless light
she’ll see me safely through
the rest of the night.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo       *All rights reserved

I used to have such bad, chaotic, dreams. Thankfully, not so many anymore.

Shared with Poets United Thursday Think Tank #110 Dream Catcher