Day 365

She was in love with the whole world

He was trying to find the world and saw her

The wind in her hair, the way she twirled

Free visions that began to stir

Dreams were drenched that wonder year

In sounds that only spoke in color

Side by side there, they knew no fear

Delighting in shaking the rule they were under

And so it was they were caught in an array of tales

That were not planned in any way at all

Filling the wind of their childish sails

Slowly daring to break down the wall

They made beautiful mistakes in the town

That leaked in tears across the pages of time

Started by wicked joys that pulled the stars down

Turning every moment into the perfect rhyme

He watched her with the eyes of awe, no words to speak

She lived the only way she knew, in love with the world, not a person

The day turned into many a sunshine bleached week

In those days the creativity had only just begun

So he went about capturing the moon

Just that she may reveal its strange light

All they said was with the essence of a tune

One that darkened day and illumined night

Seasons waxed and waned in time with growing

Sunflowers once green as emeralds began to droop

Less was given space, and they stopped knowing

Once inspiring moments could be found on loop

But the golden days returned in fields of hope

That flung words into the sky of freedom

Stringing beads, words and places upon the rope

That lasso-ed the wonders of their kingdom

And now the photographer with the poet at his side

Is pulling forward the messages of rhythmic deeds

Together they fade into the horizon, as the ocean’s tide

Destined to leave a healthier ground for inspiration’s seeds

Day 361 - Twenty-Four Hundred Times

I wondered what happened on this block

So much so that it was repeated again and again

So amazing that it was inscribed on the rock

To be seen by the next age of men

Was it the dance that put all melodies to disgrace?

Was it the place where they ended the last war?

Was it the memory of seeing such a fair face

That nothing like it had ever been seen before?

I hope it was the words between the truest of lovers

That cannot be shared between any others

I hope it was the peace that echoes forever

When all of the universes stand together

Tell me if you can with all of your rhymes…

What was it that happened twenty-four hundred times?

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 332 - Far Away

I am flying back to our place

Every night in my deepest dreams

Just hoping for a glimpse of your face

But I never make it to you. It seems

I get lost on the way in the sky

Or the green grass that protects our haven

Each morning I wake up to shake and cry

Alone without my embracing maven

Why did you go so far away?

What could I have done to make you stay?

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 274 - To Be Completely Honest I Died

In a dream just like this one

I fell to the floor in a heap

Eyes wide for the very last time

As I entered my eternal sleep

The light you see is not my soul

It is only the lamp's reflection

I have gone off on my final adventure

Without a single earthly recollection

The blank stare that you see there

Is the look of the peace I found

I flew away unseen, my eyes green

As my human body fell to the ground

Day 194 - Gravity Giving Out

One day gravity gave out on me
So I floated high up for all to see
Like a balloon against the sky so blue
Up and away I went and the farther I flew
The more I missed the blue flowers down there
And all the hugs that show how much people care

You see on the ground I could dance and sing
Songs like the classic "I don't wanna miss a thing"
But that means much more when you are high in the clouds
Far away from the rock concert thriving crowds
Or the smell of your mother's chicken soup secrets
And the cuddling of your many panting and happy pets

It seemed so thrilling being like a bird so high
Waving as airplanes passed me in the sky
But only until I saw the passengers happily land
And the people on the beach, toes in the sand
Flight is a blessing many wish for when they are young
But the magic of Earth is the most melodious song unsung

The amazing trees rooted deep into the ground
The screeching yet beautifully renewing sound
Of a babe barely born into this place
And the sweat covering a laughing mother's face
But most of all true friends and close family
Makes the ground my favorite place to be

Day 184 - Wishing Corner

Enter into a world of cornered light
Through window panes of solid white
That clarifies every wish every time
As fairy godmothers in a nursery rhyme

In that chest is gold and jewels
Every book with all the rules
That beg each day to be broken
So that all entrances are newly open

The lamp is one of Aladdin's treasures
That holds all unearthly pleasures
Under the shade of secrecy
All that you ever wished to see

In the end the shadows hold all
For the ending narrowed hall
That captures wishes forever
Bringing the wisher and dream together

Day 144 - Blank Canvas

White with no attitude to express

No way to naturally address

But to call upon brilliant shades

Reds, blues and blacks in spades

To create a real world of space

One that lives in a real place

Potential states truly nothing

In this place without anything

But they say hope is white

When you reflect upon it in light

So that we will believe and hold on to

What else can true artisans and dreamers do?

Day 134 - Pillow Words

Waking slowly eyes soft and soaked in sleep

From dreams your thoughts dare not yet creep

They call you back to the gentle pillow

Once more to the imaginarily sweet show

Although your head stays steeped in thought

Many old memories are now long forgot

So you stay in your stupor so calm and sweet

Until you begin to feel wholly complete

Day 87 - The Young Willow

The Young Willow

Dedicated to those who have spent their summers in the Willows.

There is a blessing upon this place

Destined for many an embrace

Of the young hopers and dreamers to come

They shall change the world and then some

With their words they shall spar

Never viewing with anger from afar

But rather taking on justice with pride

The leaders of the kind and noble side

They paint tapestries of peace

Until all fighting shall at last cease

They shall stand side by side hand in hand

To embrace the different and understand

For understanding leads to good things

Such as smiles and trampoline springs

In this future a sweet and precious sight

Holding out through the rain, beckoning light

Yes the young ones will one day be old

Under these willow branches tales will be told

Of how hope was planted and grew

In the hearts of both me and you

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 42 - Meditations

Meditations

At ease my student let your mind leap

And throughout your body let calmness seep

It is afterall through this that you discover the soul

And how to find the center of your control

Learn slowly from your master for I have much to share

And it all begins raising your existence up in prayer

For in contemplation you find the sturdiness of stone

And then remember that you are not alone

The water from out beyond is in every single way

The answer to the messages we know not how to say

Deep breath brings in more of wisdom and the Divine

So you may begin to live, sweet, true and fine

The truth that we strive for is all around

In every moment, view and sound

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