Between the Waters

Swimming in Dreams

Posted by: EarlB, 03:07 PM GMT del 18 Marzo 2012

Awake or asleep,
It's all the same:
Dreams and the dust of stars,
They're what we are.
We stand somewhere between
The day and the night.

The stars in the sky;
Vincent painted them
as they eddied around their pole,
As they swam in his dreams,
In his ocean of night delight.

As the stars were fading for me,
One final streak of light
Dove across the dark-light sky.
I followed it,
Swimming
In the sea of my dreams.

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I Dreamt of Snow

Posted by: EarlB, 02:03 AM GMT del 04 Marzo 2012

I dreamt of snow;
It was the kind of dream in which
I could smell the snow
(it was a wet snow,
I waded in the aroma),
And, my skin burned from the cold,
And, I could feel the silence
That a soft snowfall summons.

I dreamt of snow
Because of old longings:
Of childhood memories,
Of places I have been,
Of people I have loved,
Of pleasantly passed time
Knee-deep in snow
and now, in dreams.

I dreamt of snow,
And woke smiling.