Empty Dreams

The box is full yet nothing left,

cystals and strange apparati

fill the dark, clear and pristine,

A sundry of forgotten dreams,

a space best filled with dark again.

What a shame to leave the treasure,

what a time to wait for none,

for many who seek search wrong,

lest they seek the rising sun.

Some must stumble through the dark,

tread flighty, pay no fares

ice is cold and fire burns,

Shadows won’t ‘luminate tears.

When the sun doth come again,

And in this heart shed a ray of hope

a second or a days rejoice

Is quite enough to know,

infinite is found in that single grain,

The part represents the whole.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.