Posts Tagged ‘dreams’


In dreams

the ocean whispers in my ears

luring me to  horizons I can never quite reach

yet know

that’s where I belong

not on the shores

with washed up debris of yesterday’s discards

just watching

as love dances

in light on the surface of the water

calling me



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Photo: My own

The slow pull of a whisper’s fade

writing dreams across my mind’s sky

not yet fully seen

until reflected in the soft spill of soul

becoming reality

in the slow exhale of


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It Was Only a Dream…

I dreamt of you last night.  I found you sleeping in my cluttered garage between where the mops and brooms hang on hooks and the stuffed deteriorating cabinets holding cans of housepaint for walls that are no longer that shade of yellow.  Surprised to see you, I helped you to your feet, wanting to wrap you in a hug, but the taste of morning breath lingered in my mouth and  I was reluctant to get too close.

I led you through the garage door into the darkened hallway, everyone asleep. A palmetto bug scurried across the tile floor. I feigned surprise and let out a small scream so you would think it was a rare occurence.  We then walked to the kitchen, I offered you something to eat and drink. You declined, yet inspected the glass closely which I was horrified to see was full of spots.  Standing so close to you, my heart was racing as I memorized the exact shade of brown your eyes were. Wanting so badly to reach out and trace your jaw with my hand, gently touch your goatee, lean in to soflty inhale your scent by nuzzling your neck. I resisted and instead tried to think of somethng to say. Wondering why you were here. How did you find me? Why?

As it  happens only  in dreams we were no longer in my current home, but in a much bigger house, still mine and full of light. I was watching you talking with a shapely woman with honey blonde hair.  I could see your eyes trace her from her painted toes, up her tanned, toned legs. You smiled as your mind wandered underneath her skirt draped softly against her thigh. I couldn’t hear your words to her. Your mouth moved as your eyes and smile danced, entranced by her beauty. I heard your poetry write itself inside my head, felt every caress of words, every desire delivered telepathically to my mind.

Only an observer now, feeling a bit sad that it was this stranger you chose to be with, yet honored to have the ablility to feel your poems move inside my mind. I wondered what it all meant, why you were here.  Where did you come from? As soon as that thought entered my head, I could see an image of a large brick home with a wrap around porch looking out on a perfectly manicured lawn landscaped with beautiful flower beds.

As soon as it began, it was over. I awoke longing for a chance to meet, to hear your voice, feel your breath warm my neck. To be the woman you chose to talk with instead of the interpreter of your mind. Did I feel that I was not good enough, not pretty enough, not worthy of you?

I dreamt of you last night. Most likely the only time we will ever meet, even in my dreams.


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Transient dreams

This sky holds me hostage  as I watch clouds shapeshift with my thoughts

 Or do the clouds shape me  with their transient dreams held

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