Tag: Dream

Flavoursome Friend

Bliss time again,

First coffee!

Gawd, I love it so much!

Nowhere to be on a Sunday morn,

So reading

And a mug of my crutch

 

To pep up the day before it begins,

All snuggled and sipping in time

To words that I read and some that I write,

A pleasure so simple but fine.

 

Prep for some comments!

I’m ready to roll

In and out of my favourite blogs.

All calm in here,

Though grey outside,

The weather has gone to the dogs.

 

Thunder and lightening

Accompanied my dreams,

Flashed in at my window pane,

I woke through the night

With sadness, no fright,

But a heart aching with pain.

 

All better now, dreams are so strange,

Especially when I can’t recall

What passed through my mind as I lay sleeping.

Maybe that’s wiser for all.

 

Though heavy the skies,

My heart is renewed

With a cup of the freshest of brew

And time to peruse,

Chat with my muse

And catch up on all of the news.

 

So cheers little coffee bean!

My days wouldn’t start

Quite so well

If your scent and your flavour

Did not endeavour

To rouse me. It would all go to hell.

 

Mornings spent trying to awaken.

Giving my old body a shaking,

But no need for that, cos you’re right on hand.

Yes, you my coffee, are grand!

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Fusion

One kiss in night

To make all right.

One touch, one glance, one ask.

Trust it’s true and lingers still,

No hardship, lovers’ task.

 

Dreams live on

When two belong,

Connection does not sever.

Hold tight to reins, accept again,

Two hearts may love deliver.

 

In darkness deep

Reigns healing sleep,

Fantasy fuels the fever,

Thoughts and feelings, hearts and souls

Make of us believers.

 

Castles in the air arise,

Fully formed before our eyes,

Entranced by loving reveries,

Shadowed world in night time’s bliss

Negates realities.

 

Still in mind imagining,

Aspirations, hope may bring,

Unsubstantial visions vie, for

Significance

Seeks  solace, you and I.

 

Where world of dreams, reality

Coincide outside of fantasy

And love that bubbles up inside

May pour forth,

Dwell and abide.

 

In day to day of life anointed,

Fate decided and appointed

Who we love and why and how.

We question then accept

And bow.

 

For greater than a mind’s unease

Resides tenderness that may appease

All who wander in their dreams, wonder in the night,

If life affirming love remains,

Hold on to all so tight.

 

No lover’s voice with whispered oath,

Still haunted by abandoned ghost,

Delivers words that once they’re spoken

Leaves hurt and loss

Or hearts unbroken.

 

A measured way,

Some little sway

In expectations’ path

Once again love sustains,

In future we may laugh

 

At all that seemed such hardship then,

Invoked the mind and so the pen,

Held fast to all that we hold near,

Love remains

It does, my dear.

 

No love that’s ever given freely

Regrets those words announced so sweetly.

Our hearts not made of solid stone,

Delivered words, all heart displayed,

These do not die alone.

 

 

Only This Second

Dreams unreal tomorrow holds,

No certainties, mere speculation.

Before us now today unfolds,

A brief tomorrow, in duration.

 

Only seconds, fleeting moments,

For use within our hands

To mould and shape, sweetly foment.

This at our command.

 

A vital second of each life,

Only one at just this instant.

Wasted, filled with endless strife?

Or rich with great intent?

 

What is right or wrong we glean.

Where do we want to be?

Have we slept another’s dream,

Their life, their fantasy?

 

Sustained effort, fortitude,

Decisions made, applied,

In such as this, portentous good,

Life is sanctified.

 

No mountain climbed for flag to post

Nor golden haloed wreath,

Fulfilment in what matters most,

Holding to belief.

 

Recognising small but wise,

All seconds clearly count,

They’re striven for, this amplifies

In worth by how they mount

 

In magnitude, their worth, their glory

Those moments every day

That build, arise like Taj, each story,

Monumental in their way.

 

A palace so, not vaulted tomb,

Royal beauty to behold.

Yarn chosen, woven upon each loom,

In all seconds, our stories told.