January 26, 2012

Winter Dreams


Close your eyes my nightingale
Visions in sleep will soon entail
Solstice scenes
Within your dreams

Close your eyes to landscapes untold
Hold them near as they unfold
By the fire on cold winter nights
Wishing dreams of beautiful sights

A crackling fire sings of past glories
Floating, drifting, to lullaby stories
Soft and warm, and near to my heart
You lie beside me, and feel the spark

Encircled, entangled, in ecstasy
Our bodies glow in the firelight
Smoldering, burning, tumultuously

Our hearts catch on fire, as the blanket on the floor
Grab the fire extinguisher
my love
and head for the door!

January 23, 2012


How many times do I touch the side of my pillow, and expect you to be there? 
How many times do I open the door, and wait to see your face looking back?
How many times do I search for my shoes, and try to hear your footsteps?
How many times do I look in the mirror, and want you to wipe away my tears?
How many times do I walk through the house, and listen for your voice to call?  
“Over here”.

I walk through the streets
when darkness falls

I had lost what was mine
then darkness calls

January 22, 2012

Before I Loved You

With the turn of the hands of time and the twist of fate, I loved you
How in the world did this happen, when yesterday I was fine
I was fine, yes I was fine

I had nothing to bombard my mind with worry or distrust
I had nothing to tear at the seams of fabric I call my life 
Each day was the same
Each day I got through the maze of worries that were the same
I knew there would be a construction of hope and accomplishment
I knew what to expect

I knew this without worry or sadness, without pain deep inside 
I knew life was a monotone, a constant 
I knew, yes I knew, but it was mine

January 20, 2012

Little Mouse At Play

Across the hallway a Little Mouse crept
Not making a sound as the other mice slept
She was light on her feet, with toes soft and smooth
But no one knew she secretly wore shoes

Little Mouse knew to make no noise at all
Or she would end up like her sisters down the hall
This room was a scary place, there were no doubts
As was heard from voices, discharging loud shouts

Little Mouse weaved her way between boxes of junk
Never knowing what darkness might bring a Ker plunk
She knew of a wheel, which lay in the distance
A wheel she could tread, with resolved persistence

It was fun on this wheel that went round and round
Going nowhere it seemed, and making no sound
But Little Mouse’s days for sure would be numbered
If she fell off or stumbled, or somehow blundered

So Little Mouse made no mistake, not to be seen
Caution was her forte, ears up and keen
In her nights of play and days in sleep
As Rats scurried 'round, she made not a peep

Her secret was safe, to no one in particular
Just knowing she had shoes

She could play on something circular

January 10, 2012

Mysteries of The Mind

My last blog post, Dreamscape, was actually written in split second spurts, as I went in and out of sleep at the computer.

At my computer, my hands fit the keyboard
Writing words down, I’m literally floored
I sometimes fall asleep!  Yes, that happens to me
Of course, more of us do this while watching TV
Falling in and out of my wayward thoughts
With no apparent reason, lost to these spots

Putting two and two together, plus two more
Where does that leave me, except on the floor?
You pick yourself up, one leg at a time
Upon looking down, guess you are fine
The bane of falling down, is in my existence
But getting up, is forward persistence

The more I write, the more the need to explain
If this is my life, I’m in for some pain
Just lucky, I guess, as my hands crave to type
I wrote all of this down, not wanting a fight!
All in due time, my minds in a dreamscape
Not a word goes by, none will escape

But, through this process, you lie beneath
We call it flow, the spark, an urge we’re bequeathed
My zone of creation, in which I must find
Whatever these thoughts, that comes to mind
In creating a verse
There’s no time to rehearse

I dreamed a dream that you were there
Why do I want you, why do I care?
You held my hand and then you were gone
I throw these grace notes far and long
Deep within a cave I woke a phantom dream
A mystery, a mystery, locked inside of me

And try though I may, to explain this feeling
I sink even further, into relentless reeling
Do I know what this means, I’ve analyzed to death
I call words my own, and gasp for breath
Come now, again, my love, my song
So I can take you, as though nothing is wrong

An artist, I am, who has fallen into sleep
Unexplainable, unfathomable, but mine to keep

January 8, 2012


Photograph by Kathleen Sara Shattuck

“Go back to the shore,” the voice said to me.

I don’t know how!  I screamed. I don’t know where that is!

Tears welled behind my closed eyes; to have them open would cause a stream to run; a torrent, a river.

“Go back to the shore,” the voice echoed.

I’m trying, I said, but I’m lost, abandoned in a dream; no sail, no rudder.

I can smell the salt in the air 
I can feel the breeze in my hair 

I hear, “Come closer, you are near”
Talk to me! Tell me how to find you.

“Step out; don’t be afraid, I’m here to catch you if you fall.”

The voice is in my head
But I’m falling instead

I’m sinking, and the eye socket can no longer hold the eye.  Locked in the closet I look at my watch.  It is time, coming here soon her chin sticks out, and recedes, the money is gone.  The celebs, how do you know this?

What does this mean?
The micro chip stands for eighteen.”

I ask again and again, what does this mean?

I have denied her so many of the credits.

Deeper and deeper I wade into the watery dreamscape.