Of Dreams and Nightmares
A single soul encapsulates my being
Having plunged into the deeper and darker part of me
Of claiming the sweetness and the whiteness
Into the blackness
Then out to the light
Yet, not a word of reproach nor praise
But let me be
Somehow changed yet still me
Swimming the tides of dreams
One day, I will have a place by the sea
Where the sun shines and the clouds swirl with the summer breeze
Where the rain refreshes and cleanses the air
Surfing the nightmares
Today, I am sailing through the ebb and flow
At times unable to breathe underwater
I usually come to surface just in time
I then explore the dry patch land
But hounded by wolves I seem to have attracted
Some days I desperately hide in my own darkness
Wishing that if I cannot see them then they cannot see me
To banish the fear, the uncertainty
The interloping of dreams and nightmares
From conscious into unconscious
Of the desire to settle
Comes hand in hand with the fear of permanence
Of being owned, of being confined to norms
A struggle, day in, day out
An eternal paradox
A pause
And what if with wolf or with sheep?
After all, is not a daisy better off growing in the wild?
Having plunged into the deeper and darker part of me
Of claiming the sweetness and the whiteness
Into the blackness
Then out to the light
Yet, not a word of reproach nor praise
But let me be
Somehow changed yet still me
Swimming the tides of dreams
One day, I will have a place by the sea
Where the sun shines and the clouds swirl with the summer breeze
Where the rain refreshes and cleanses the air
Surfing the nightmares
Today, I am sailing through the ebb and flow
At times unable to breathe underwater
I usually come to surface just in time
I then explore the dry patch land
But hounded by wolves I seem to have attracted
Some days I desperately hide in my own darkness
Wishing that if I cannot see them then they cannot see me
To banish the fear, the uncertainty
The interloping of dreams and nightmares
From conscious into unconscious
Of the desire to settle
Comes hand in hand with the fear of permanence
Of being owned, of being confined to norms
A struggle, day in, day out
An eternal paradox
A pause
And what if with wolf or with sheep?
After all, is not a daisy better off growing in the wild?
Poor Duke of Orleans
Tower along the Thames,Written by Carlie W. Powell, Jr.
its oldest letter
for a gentle valentine.
Nay, dear eglantine.
A love farewell,
doth dwell
like unused pastels.
Never to paint, like ours,
for the sickest love is found,
but never lost.
Juxtaposed
I am myself
You are an enigma
I am a person of few words
You are made of words
I am light
You are darkness
I am calm waters
You are a raging tidal wave
I am the fish in the sea
You are the fisherman with a shoal in tow
I am reason
You are chaos
I am of the world
You are your own world.
You seek love in different places
Of different shapes and forms
I am love
Vital, content, sentient.
You hide from the truth
I seek the truth
You are afraid of vanishing
I long to vanish.
But, alas! We meet!
I bring in the sun
You bring in the sunshine
I am harmony
You are rhythm
I make people smile
You make them laugh.
We are of different fibers
Meant to take disparate paths
Yet, here we are
Juxtaposed!
To intertwine or to eradicate each other?
To be lost in each other’s person or
To discover ourselves through each other’s eyes?
You are an enigma
I am a person of few words
You are made of words
I am light
You are darkness
I am calm waters
You are a raging tidal wave
I am the fish in the sea
You are the fisherman with a shoal in tow
I am reason
You are chaos
I am of the world
You are your own world.
You seek love in different places
Of different shapes and forms
I am love
Vital, content, sentient.
You hide from the truth
I seek the truth
You are afraid of vanishing
I long to vanish.
But, alas! We meet!
I bring in the sun
You bring in the sunshine
I am harmony
You are rhythm
I make people smile
You make them laugh.
We are of different fibers
Meant to take disparate paths
Yet, here we are
Juxtaposed!
To intertwine or to eradicate each other?
To be lost in each other’s person or
To discover ourselves through each other’s eyes?
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