Lost Dream

On the equinox I dreamt a dream,

I saw my love again,

He stared at me with angry eyes,

Yet took my hand in his.

‘What were the reasons?, he asked,

How could you wander so?

Where abouts and whattofor,

life is love, you know.

Our hands formed a spiral,

as the clutch was so entwined,

been a shadow in my memory,

Since our two hearts aligned,

I tried to tell him in my dream,

that is not like how it is,

the strings that pulled my limbs before,

now I have been rid.

But now there is a forward momentum,

and I’m lost to the pull,

the road of return is fogging up,

yet the promise is still full.

It may be many moons distant,

it may be many years,

I know the world is smaller yet,

when the soul overcomes the fears.

Thus I stirred in the morning light,

so glad to see him once more,

no longer will I shed a tear,

with hope behind closed door.

Yet in the window of the night,

in the light and darkness schemes,

I’ll not let the feeling fade away,

I’ll not forget the dreams.

 

 

 

 

Crystal

“Light is the shadow of God’s brightness, who is the light of light.”

 

There is a crystal in the center,

Behold! The glint, the shine,

it looms so high overhead,

so clear, a quality fine.

Perfect and pure the translucence,

it may be passed by unseen,

and the secrets that stream the lines

remain guised by transparency,

But, behold! It is there, in the cave!

The deep, the dark, the gloom,

whose ancient sand and craggy walls

house the ones that loom.

The sun pours down the same old way,

perhaps the light will glint,

and the present fire, whispering of

elephant stone tables, forgotten pyres,

is by the sunshine lit.

The arc of the sun is wide,

the water and air are bent,

the cave inlet also crests,

and words always echo stringent.

The cave is like a busy eye,

the crystal like a ball of light,

and a pull of the tiny star

could turn a day to night!