Gracious Days

DrowningA pleasing thought
of you

teases

reminding of this lost
thrill
still
perched in the soul.

Only silence
knows how to be a shadow
in this graciousness
of days.

I balance
in bountiful splendour
‘neath clear blue skies
and beloved water flow

Reminded of
what was
reaping wisdom from pain

aware

of nearing worlds
in other kaleidoscopic spectrums

whilst subsumed in
Earth’s gentle unfolding.

~*~

©Daydreamer         *All rights reserved

Too Soon

SleepingI’ve surrendered
fallen eagerly into
tenderness of
nights caress

returned to the healing
touch of darkness
where the waves dance
across the edge of my dreams
and light skips over stars
a thousand miles apart
…yet none.

Could this be
a love theme
playing just for me
an escape into the
living waters flow
of purest energy.

A pianist strokes his keys
light as a feather touch
to naked skin
and I tremble, sweep
into the sweetest
of slumber

knowing that I’ll
awaken all

too soon.

~*~

©Daydreamer *All rights reserved

Breath in the Wind

tumblr_mgf2x04U8t1qdsq0ao1_1280The fire within
burns bright as a million suns
but
I have run

turned away from crowds
and walked alone
far, far away
sometimes too far
from home

And still, unconquered
I race against the tide

You sweep into my thoughts
(stealthy)
like a thief in the night
as I pass the pen across lines
but see the story written now
in those upon my face.

Laughter
tenderness
tears

A soul-deep love
that left me lost like
breath in the wind.

~*~

©Daydreamer         *All Rights Reserved

Just some thoughts wanted to be written

My heart gently weeps

385133cfd455921c84d8945bbac3f158Softy,
you always leave me softly

One last slow dance in
loves embrace

One kiss before you go
to lips that want you so
to stay but watch you
walk into
the mist of time

from that moment on
….no longer mine.

One final softly whispered sigh
One tear which trickles from
desparing eyes.

Only the moon can hear my
anxious breathing now
her beams and cloak of
diamond stars
my hope
my light
Soft glow guardians of
a lonesome night.

One tortured soul you’ve
left behind.
One restless mind
One love to keep and hold
so dear

And so you sleep….

Whilst
my heart gently weeps.

~*~

©Daydreamer *All rights reserved

Because love… if it’s real…never dies.

Moody Words

white-pillar-candles-4x4-unscented-cotton-wicks-3_260If I gaze upon the flame
will it’s light grow dim
or, my own from neglecting
of its passion.

I toss all cares
into the wind
watch them curl
unfurl again
then,
rise up once more
to soar.

Words
never grow old
and die
only blood ends its line
in not so sterile rooms
and on not so sterile beds

and, this is but one mood
through a day that is just
the same as many
but,
not the same
as any.

~*~

©Daydreamer *All rights reserved

Just some words which wanted to be written. Moods.

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

Revealing

It’s raining
but I’ll never curse
its touch

Time plucks
a memory from
the tender bed
where it had lain
sleeping

…forgotten.

Maybe it was
too far to go
too much to bear
too much to lose

to cross an ocean
when
a letter is
a bridge of thought
over water as soft
as this to float
a memory of
spiritual connection.

In love or friendship
the depth of what
matters most

is in revealing the
beauty of a soul.

~*~

©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

A Painful Bliss

writing2The page was blank
but, it began with words
a song, a smile
music, laughter shared.

A glance, a dance
two hearts afraid
take another
chance.

Life had bought us
to our knees where
we prayed
You, in your way
me, in mine.

Battles fought, lost and won

A touch, a kiss,
hurts undone.

Path then taken
to the greatest love
twin souls caressed
each others tears
and all of fear
soon fled.

A beginning
a middle
right through to the end.

Such painful bliss.

~*~
© Daydreamer                         *All rights reerved

Memories in a Bag

As young child it fascinated me

It was an old blue leather handbag
even then
not worth a penny
yet contained priceless memories.

Pictures of my family
Some so old time had turned them
to sepia.

Little cards the nurses gave
telling date, time, weight and sex
upon the moment of birth.
Envelopes with locks of hair
a few poems on scraps of paper
from yours truly.

Theater programs, cinema tickets
school swimming certificates
bracelets, smelling salts
and,
my mother’s most prized possession
a pair of Oh so delicate fine lace gloves
which were her mother’s.

A bag of magic to me as I’d ask if
I could get it out of the cupboard
and then she’d talk about this person
or that event and, her eyes would shine.

It was the only thing I ever asked for
of hers if and when she died
never thinking that it would
come to pass so suddenly
and now ever since 1989 the bag
and all of its memories
became mine to treasure too.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

*Memories are priceless and worth so much more (to me) than material possessions.
You can only see some of the pics and cards and such there that I scattered to take the picture but, in the bag are dozens more.
The pic in the bag of the man holding the baby is my father and …me 🙂

Shared with Poetry Jam If I could have just a moment
Poets United Think Tank #114 Timeworn

Unaltered

Google Images

I listen to the silence
as you do also
seek solace in the colour of light

You are there
I am here
oceans lie between

Yet,

a letter is a bridge of thought and
words span the endless path between.

Memory ensures softness of love
will last, as the great wheel spins

unaltered even, by time.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights Reserved

Shared with Carry on Tuesday #162   I listen to the silence …. as you do also
dVersePoets OpenLinkNight #51

Roll up Roll up


We came for all the rides.
Not much money in our pockets
but it was all so much cheaper
back then too.
A couple of quid (pounds)
got us plenty of those and
maybe some candy floss too.

There were boat swings
and chair planes
ghost trains to ride
a Ferris wheel to sit atop
(and get stuck when it broke down)
if you felt so inclined.

The bumper cars were fun
yeah,
I was fourteen and so sure I could drive
(not)
right into the front, back and sides
of anyone in the way.

The switchback, the waltzer, I hated those
the carousel was a bore but the side stalls
excited, especially the guns.
Oh, how I loved to shoot those pellet guns
at the little metal men, knock them all down
win another free go and off I’d go again.
Even with their sights all bent
(just to make it harder to win)
somehow, I always won.
Don’t think they liked me much
but then, I walked away with a big fluffy
teddy bear so, I didn’t care.

Used to feel so sorry for the goldfish
tied up in plastic bags, no air to breath
nowhere to move, hung up in heat all day.

The darts, the hoops, the plastic ducks
all waiting to be hooked.

The noise, the music, the screams
the joy all carried on the air.

The smell of hot dogs and fried onions
burgers, fish and chips
along with
pink and white candy floss on sticks
and toffee apples
upon which to break our teeth.

The rain that came and never left
’till every step we took was mud
and we’d end up caked in it all
covered in the stuff
swearing we’d never come back
and yet
there we were as soon as the fair
showed up in town once more.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

*Pics are all Google images

Shared with dVersePoets Poetics: The Fair

Arctic Sonata

Music plays passionate love themes
and sun light too, plays across
the quiet hours.

Glass angels keep watch
over prismatic glass candles
each one, a treasure.

Emotions unveiled
(once clear choices, too.)
I reminisce
it is what it is
and, smile for their
memories.

Winter hearts beat through
these, the coldest of days
invisible  arms envelope
the ache
and I come to peace again as
we share the Arctic sonata.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Shared with Poets United Thursday Think Tank #80 Choices
Poetry Palace Poets Rally Week #60

Perfectly Loved

Here I am
(see me?)

Morning dew sits on the sharpest
of blades proving cuts don’t always bleed
as they share pearls from heaven
in their offering.

Petals have fallen into the long sleep
where I too, still keep that slip of hope alive.

Sometimes fragile

Ruffled
but standing and ready to
move into another new day
suddenly catch myself remembering
sweet breath which fell on my cheek
from the lightest kiss

and,

still holding the essence
tingle
as breath and memory merge

In the pause of one heart beat
you show me
what it is to be so
perfectly loved.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo      *All rights reserved

Shared with Thursday think Tank #76 ‘Soul whispers’
Theme Thursday ‘Inside’

Inheritance

 

The old house was smaller than she remembered.
A city dweller now, she’d returned to view her inheritance and land but no…she wasn’t staying.
The deck looked as if it wouldn’t hold any weight, wood so brittle it may crumble beneath her touch.
She hesitated and in that instant an old familiar smell now filled each breath. She could almost taste that perfect blend of earth and bark, so fresh, teeming with life after autumn rains had soaked its foliage. She heard deer lock antlers nearby. True, the city choked. This was always, home. Maybe she could renovate and….

Shared with Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus  With 100 words describe the image using five senses: perception, hearing, sight, touch, smell, and taste.