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The Sea of Dreams
The Sea
I want to dream of the sea, take me back to the voice
where I first heard the dream; the dream makes my heart alive
in solemn wings fluttering of the seabed wind and sky,
a love that beckons great depths of its freedom, the sigh, and I
the melancholy madness; for one more day, make me a child,
and turn a blind eye to the pie in the sky - I want to dream of the sea.
[b]The Dream[/b]
the sea! the sea! of rolling dreams beats on the brightened shore,
and as I look into this rook of dreams I still want more.
I listen for a voice and bring unto my tiny ear,
the shell of crested open wave and this is what I hear,
come in! come in! from land to dream I wonder if you could,
but as I hear a different voice I ponder if I should,
indifferent voice of danger lurks into the voided mind,
and though I try and reason with a durst is all I find,
the echo tempts in chores and tips with powering detail,
but as the durst went on and on I readied for a sail,
I listened to the voice of dream - and I abruptly turn and run,
I am! I am! the dreamy child who wants to touch the sun!
I want to dream of the sea, take me back to the voice
where I first heard the dream; the dream makes my heart alive
in solemn wings fluttering of the seabed wind and sky,
a love that beckons great depths of its freedom, the sigh, and I
the melancholy madness; for one more day, make me a child,
and turn a blind eye to the pie in the sky - I want to dream of the sea.
[b]The Dream[/b]
the sea! the sea! of rolling dreams beats on the brightened shore,
and as I look into this rook of dreams I still want more.
I listen for a voice and bring unto my tiny ear,
the shell of crested open wave and this is what I hear,
come in! come in! from land to dream I wonder if you could,
but as I hear a different voice I ponder if I should,
indifferent voice of danger lurks into the voided mind,
and though I try and reason with a durst is all I find,
the echo tempts in chores and tips with powering detail,
but as the durst went on and on I readied for a sail,
I listened to the voice of dream - and I abruptly turn and run,
I am! I am! the dreamy child who wants to touch the sun!
Published 26th Aug 2014
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26th Aug 2014 10:17pm
oh I know how this feels..:)
go with the dreams of the
eager, safety unconcious
child within, or be restrained
by the sensible (dull) hand
of time...
love it...
go with the dreams of the
eager, safety unconcious
child within, or be restrained
by the sensible (dull) hand
of time...
love it...
27th Aug 2014 3:03am
I hate having to be sensible; most of the time. Thank you Paul, really glad you enjoyed it..:)
27th Aug 2014 1:42pm
Me wish too. Yesterday, I took one atom, encased it in my heart, and I tossed it into the sea. When its opened, a mysterious voice will pronounce some words. I was thinking, just one more time, just in case. Some sweet day...
28th Aug 2014 1:30am
28th Aug 2014 2:17am
2nd Sep 2014 8:38am
There is something about the call of open that touches us all on the most primordial level ... like a mother beckoning her child ... Her voice is distinct in the gaggle of others ...
... Love this piece!
... Love this piece!
So interesting Lobo, I love the thought, and I was just thinking about this mindset. I was watching newborns getting water mediation therapy last night. It takes my mind to a piece I wrote sometime ago, here's a sentence from it - a little in reverse, but still along the wavelength "I will stop and connect to my surroundings to only hear myself breathe, and to wonder at the wind that I can never the feeling describe as it washes my soul in the silence felt in a mother's womb." Thank you so much Lobo...:) I love how you think so deep.