Dreams aren’t made of feathers flying around lofty clouds
but what are dreams made of if not ice cream cones and candy canes
vanilla latte and mocha frappuccino? Dreams I supposed are made
of planning and creating the most intricate sand castles imaginable.Am I supposed to be asleep to have dreams? Am I supposed to be
angry, frustrated and lost to have my dreams come true?
All these good questions, all these bubbles going through my mind
made me a different kind of dreamer.
Her mind restless
like an intricate fabric
of blues and violets
she can’t even begin to explain.
Think of it in the rain
in the silence of midnight
a subtle sensation on your skin
perfumed by a blossoming flower.
Each raindrops leading you
into the dawning light
the verdant illusion
drawing you to the simmering heat.
Thoughts drift in the Autumn wind
sliding away like a swirling clouds
of dust on an unpaved road
thoughts drifted and landed
at your doorstep
knocked once, twice-then
drifted away.
Are like smoke, they travel slowly upward
permeating the air, occupying ones mind
like an itch you can’t scratch. Digs hole in your head
seeping through your fingers, slipping through
every crack of your jean pocket.
Sits on the chair in ones living room, stays there
until one tries to grasp it, try and grasp it and it will magically disappear.
Weekend is here at last! And the sun is out. Wow…! that is not ordinary at all in the Pacific Northwest on the 2nd day of March. But since nature has gifted us with a gorgeous sunny day, I will enjoy it with gusto!
For starters, I prepared a delicious and simple fruit salad for breakfast and a strong cup of coffee. Sat in front of my laptop and now writing a short but sweet paragraphs on this sweet blog of mine.
So, what is my point to all these you ask? Well, I am enjoying and celebrating a beautiful day after all the snowy gray days we had since the beginning of February. First weekend in since the beginning of the year we had a sunny day. Big deal? For me it is.
Feed your desire
every chance you get
Focus on the illusion
of your want
Ignore the white noise in your head
keep feeding your desire
the fire that gets you going…
A shiny mirror facing me, like an invisible audience peeking through
I’ve forgotten the lines on my forehead, the blemishes on my cheeks
the thin lines under my eyes, now staring back at me.
As if to remind me, that I’m continuously aging as I write these
words on a stark white paper, so perfect, so absent of
blemishes and imperfections.
I wanted to ask this person staring back at me in the mirror
do I know you? Have we met before? Are you happy? or are you just
floating around like the dusts in the air.
I stared at my legs, have they been a part of me? Have I neglected them? Have I taken them for a long walk lately?
This person in the mirror seems familiar but also seems strange.
It came to me in the silence of the night
a bright vision born under a starless sky.
A magic trick to steal my heart.
With its cunning smile and bright sapphire shine
its tall silhouette and mystic ways.
How it seduced me to get me wrap-up in its arms.
I could just keep drinking in its seductive lake
of floral mist and dusty rose a musky scent
lingering in the air.
I fade into a cloud of smoke
like a ghost no one could see me
a transparent being.
And voiceless I stood in the doorway
desperately trying to be seen or heard.
I faded into oblivion, an old discarded furniture
my time has passed
replaced by a sleek firm distasteful piece of junk.
I faded into oblivion turned forgotten and alone
although tears run down my cheeks
I was left and tossed aside like a broken glass.
Over a cup of coffee 