Day 353 - Make A Wish on Your Dreams

I used to believe in things I could not see

They were there, how could they not be?

They were like the scents on the wind

Very real but never to be pinned

Down, and given a real name or title

For mundane men to fill a boring recital

I used to trust in the magic of sound

It flew through the air, vibrations all around

It filled up the lungs of those who want to share

The joys of each moment both sorrow filled and fair

It echoes long after the giver is gone

In the sounds of notes tinkling they still live on

They still write messages to we who live

They gave all that they could ever give

I used to believe if I wished hard enough

Nothing was impossible, no problem too tough

I would just imagine things straight into being

Paint them like the dreams I kept seeing

Pluck them from the roses and stars up above

Pass them on in packages of love

Leave them on the street for the common man to find

Dream them up day and night, keeping them in mind

One day I would wave the thoughts about and all around

Then thrust them onto the ivory to create a perfect sound

Now I know deeply the things I cannot see

I know the loss if they are not to be

I know the sounds and melodies are true

They are the only answer to meeting you

I know that when I wish on my dreams it is not in vain

It brings a little bit more hope, and takes away some pain

Day 329 - Dreams of You

Things are so different in the night

You enchant me in the soft light

You whisper the stars down from on high

You put your eyes twinkle into the sky

You inspire me to speak in tongues

You are the scent filling my lungs

In this dream you are the sun and the moon

You are my midnight and my blazing hot noon

You are all that ever need be

You are everything that I see

The flowers turn to the shade of your hair

So golden and perfect in the night air

The rivers run deep in the blue of your eyes

The blush in your cheeks makes the sun rise

And I write on forever, only of you

For nothing else matters, or could be as true.

Day 281 - Running for My Life

I am frightened of too few words

When my mind never closes them off

In pretty little boxes

Like factory made sausages

My mother always told me that was school

So I ran off to life instead

And there I became enlightened

From a factory devoid of trust

I have run all this time

To a world where the enlightened speak

And the lost ones may find themselves

Where we may instill just who we are

Into the world around us

I am so frightened of too few words

To capture this essence, we are breathing

We are growing past the white little boxes

Out of packaging that would keep things neat

I am so frightened of too few words

Frightened of missing the wind on my face

That proves I am here and so is the world

So is the plentiful place we call home

So are the people who make it full

Of whatever they share

Of missing these things I am terrified

I am so frightened of too few words

That would not share life with others

Not adequately enough to explain passion

To name love in all its forms and times

Places and havens it has created

And its promises - if only in the memories of lovers - to never lose

Their engraved markings in this blessed place

I am frightened of too few words

Day 65 - Stepping Softly

Stepping Softly

Take the steps one by one

As the ocean learns to take the sun

Reflect on the path that you choose to make

For one day it might be your path another will take

You may see them only as soft footprints in the sand

But they are markers of where you chose to stand

There is a message in all that we do and say

That states who we are until the last day

Within every breath that helps us to live

There is something sweet we give

And the glory of honest sight?

Opens to the sun's light

Day 48 - Free Flowers?

Free Flowers?

I only ask for flowers when it is cold

And love stories still untold

I only wish for a new star in the sky

So that no special moments will pass me by

I only need a life like no other

All these are exhaustions for a lover

Yet you bring me flowers when it is freezing

You never scold me when I am too teasing

You think I am that celestial light

You wish upon me sweet dreams every night

In asking for the impossible I show

That such things cannot yet in my heart grow

So now I want everything else to be gone

Only for this moment to live on

But I see you in the corner turning the clock

So that into this instant we can lock

The only thing you cannot give to me

Is my unheard wish to be free

To fly away, high and soar

To things I could never ask for

Day 47 - The Answer

Today I would like to express a special thanks to Andrea Gibson, (author of "Say Yes" a poem for our age and our lives, our souls and our joys) for her astounding work and Matt Gordon for sharing it with me. With that being said here is today's poem. ~ The Poet

The Answer

Were you looking or did you simply see

How we are growing into humanity

In every breath that we exhale together

We find another shard of forever

If you have the answer than something is not right

Because such wisdom comes from living out of sight

And you are able to gaze through absolutely everything

Pulling in all the notes that before we never dared to sing

The light behind you captivates me

But the shadow is all we ought to dare see

However someone along the line taught me differently

So I view it all with closed eyes magnificently

The truth lies every moment of every day

So many honest things we wish to say

Are hidden beneath brows that too often furrow

Which one would hate to believe might bring us low

Yet in the same brow is every ounce of hope we could ask for

The answer is found stashed away in the hidden store

Which also keeps treasures like glitter and dreams

Bound all together in the perfect package it seems

This package breathes and lives, growing

It is contentedly not all-knowing

It holds only the answers we together might understand

It comes to a glowing finale as the world stands hand in hand

Day 43 - Majestic

Majestic

Majesty itself cannot be defined

For it only exists in the human mind

Hypnotize the honesty into traveling far away

Save the candid speech for another day

I am king of all that surrounds this space

Mine is the path that you cannot trace

Wandering off into the bright paradise

No one but you may pay the price

For my own kind revel in my pride

As my beauty flares up from the inside

Check your envy at the door

There is not room here for it anymore

Follow me quietly if you so dare

Closing your eyes begin to recite your prayer

We will last forever right here and now

Without any explanation of why or how

Day 40 - Dream Drops

Dream Drops

Let angels fluff the pillows where your head lies

May your dreams be blessed with many a sweet surprise

Holding tightly to the dreams that fly above us all

Nothing is so magical as when we are small

Lemon drops are treats, but dream drops mean much more

They flit and fly within your mind and help your hopes to soar

Innocence is valued in the purest of light

When in the final moments we grasp the power of night

That inspires and grows into things we cannot control

Letting go of everything and igniting the soul

Day 37 - Winter or Summer?

Winter or Summer?

You can see little beyond this sight

Ground and air all swirling with the white

That transforms the world into quietness

Of the hustle and bustle there is much less

Each branch with snow it has come accustomed to holding

The sun is taken away to some far off corner for scolding

By Mother Nature who insists loudly

"Now is the season for snow to stay," proudly

Yet far from this all powerful decree

The sun still shines oh so brightly

There Mother Nature has declared it just right

For a breathtaking, hot summer night

Can you imagine a February of intense heat,

Flowers in full bloom smelling so sweet?

That is the way they find it each year

In places that are far away from here

So when you feel chills down to the bone

Remember somewhere there is another tone

There amidst the air is swirling warm light

With little to see beyond that sight

Day 33 - The End of the World as We Know It

Who is the vision?

What is the source?

What is the decision?

Who inspires the verse?

In a world where each moment enlightens..

What do you declare as the world brightens?

There are the dancers high up above

There the embracers so much in love

There is the dreamer gazing to the sky

And the one who will see eye to eye

Here is the message we share with all the rest

There the truth that we may pass the test

And finally the wisdom of all the sages

The truth we find throughout the ages

It weaves through every generation

It is the voice of an entire nation

But then again so are we

It is our lives that you now see