I think myself awake when I dream
Of the vivid visions of the world
I am in – as I have never been;
Of the fleeting faces of the crowd
I see – as I have never seen.
In the Forest of Arden
I dream alive, today, again.
Tag: poems
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The day is begun
A new day is born, as the light
Divides the sky and the earth apart,
when the specks of sunlight bright
Fall from Apollo’s golden chariot.
And songs of a bluebird waft
From the leaves of trees afar,
As I see the longing for tidings
Resembling the sun in the mist.
Then the arc of the rainbow appears
From the misty nascent fresh sky,
And my eyes fill with infant joy
Reflecting on the diamonds of dews.
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Night Traveler
Into the heart of the dark woods, she saunters
where the ravens of Odin watching, ascending
the stairways of shadows hanging over the trees;
In the trail of the terrible mystery, she travels
with the hounds of Artemis howling, descending
The mountains of memories scattered on the grounds;
Where she goes, she knows not
But the fate of a ghost she knows;
Wandering by day, haunting at night
Always a stranger among strangers,
a changeling belonging to naught
Drifting into the maze, she follows.
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Euphoria
I ride on the wings of the wind
Flying high o’er the mountains
Across the deep, vast oceans
Touching the lovely fluffy clouds
Breasting the pure sea breeze
In the soft sweet hues of sunset
Lingering in the dazzling twilight
And find my star shining bright.
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cosmic reciprocities
Out of Chaos comes the Universe,
and the Sky covers the Earth.
As Darkness joins with Light,
so does the Day with the Night,
making Alpha of Omega and
Omega of Alpha, Cycles in Epicycles.
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Truth of Nostalgia
For all those years gone away,
The home I have left behind anon
where the sun lingers in the west
draped in the soft fluttering chiffon
of the twilight of the mystery unknown
beckons me with memories of mirth
that are lost beyond the innocent mist
but I can’t go home again, not now, not ever.
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