Dream Journey

There wonder I through the halls of the past
I see there the journeys traveled by travelers past
In the future I travel through the eyes of the travelers
And I see now the adventures ventured
and woe what journeys journeyed by me
to places I dreamed so far, so high, so deep, so free
the boundless opportunity to see anything I could dream
The ocean erupt in life on Europa
A star not unlike our own remind me of home
and to summit a mountain in leaps and bounds
and descend like a bird to the bottom down
to defeat and defy the earthly rubric of do’s and don’ts
How satisfying mind flying

to be defying


DEFIANT!

to inseminate my fate with imaginative abandon
to travel across a ghostly lake as a phantom descending
and to allow the fascination with my life to peel back the eye
and to see the blue depths for a glimpse of our design
I am reminded in that moment
that life is a thing of beauty that meant
and when I die, I will die alive
with a smile that weeps
the wonders and memories I adore and keep

Imagination

What I know? That is all that confines me to any sensible reality! What I imagine, I paint blissfully: a satisfying world to my liking, people to my taste, quests to captivate, struggle to invigorate, and sociable engagements of highest degree. Love, hate, harmony and fate collide and swirl emotion. This fine head-clearing elixir provides my limbo: the sleep-filled hours, the cat nap, the momentary lapse of focus on now - a satisfying escape. It is the pleasing space between everything, a harbor in the ocean of my conscious mind where I am blinded by everything real and held captive by everything imaginative.

The Lament of a Dreamer

Can I dream the darkness away that covers me whole?
Have I lost the dream that was my soul?
I am drowning from these dreams beneath a cold, deep pool
Blind me from this dream, and leave me dead, a fool…