I haven’t a clue where this appeared from but, driving home from Yoga class, I started singing the first few lines of this and it sort of finished itself after dinner. With a melody that you’ll just have to imagine. 🙂
It’s a diff’rent time,
Dreamin’ in my mind,
Images of you near, my dear
In another time.
It’s a diff’rent way
To make it through the day,
Whiling time in dreams of you
In another way.
It’s a different place,
Visions of your face,
Captured on the screen of mind
In another place.
It’s a diff’rent life,
Dreams, they must suffice,
Night times end too soon for me
In the other life.
It’s the strangest dream,
Nothing what it seems
In the waking hours all spent
Waiting for the dream.
It’s another way
To travel through the day,
Closing eyes to dream of you
By night and endless day.
It’s a special time,
Stolen in my mind,
Dreams of diff’rent landscapes
In another place and time.
Whose shadow-darkened thoughts encroach and question,
Diminish dawn’s cockrow, dispel the day,
Worming into loam and taking root there,
Nightshade weed, asphyxiating prey?
Invasive views, punitive to thinkers,
Banks of clouds eclipsing all sun’s beams,
Unsummoned guests disabling reason,
Recurrent words, distorted earthly themes.
Florid-faced to grey on one perusal,
Ashen breath obstructing air, extinguish torch.
Whose mind a firmament of pyrotechnic danger
Erupting in the sentinel’s night watch?
Where dreams are blessed with skies of bluest sunlight
Whose nightmares purge my soul with caustic fright?
Haiku x 5 . Daily Post Challenge
Conscious mind desists,
Over at last, diminished
Light, a flick of wrist.
Sleep softly at last,
Angelic wings fan fever,
Calmness comforts soul.
Portents of future
Glimpsed in dreamlike journeying,
Recalled in waking.
Funnelled coloured light,
Filtered through stained, rainbow glass,
Brighter hued delight.
Authorship of mind,
Penned for public perusal,
Co-owned thoughts outlined.
Awake again at 4a.m.
New disconcerting routine,
Disturbs my equilibrium.
What can it really mean?
Alert in mind, I light and write,
Fast and furiously,
While body, eyes demand more hours
In unconscious liberty.
Expel the words, take down the notes.
Try to keep it legible.
Later on today, I know,
I’ll make it more intelligible
Except this one, it came to me,
Not at 4 but half past three!
It’s going in my post right now
As is. Insomnia is such a cow!
I never used to wake at all.
I slept and dreamt till wake-up call.
And now I can’t get through one night
Without waking, writing. And some is shite!
Has anyone an answer to
This problem? What to say or do?
Except. I don’t know. I may quite like
Waking in the dead of night
When all asleep explore their dreams
And I explore my mind.