This Is My City #10

This street art reminded me of a famous poem 🙂
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

Tryst

Today in the alley, the wind tossing
paper cups kissed bright red, an ally

twisting to blend and dance among brown leaves,
removed evidence of a lover’s quick tryst –

rushing from one of the tall glass towers,
racing to meet his golden flame,

what a dream come true this must have seemed to him,
her waiting lips painted a shade to entice,

her hair slipping out of its knot, wind blown
beauty pitching his heart among the trash.

Transcendent Contact

Music plays quietly
delicate notes of joy and love
uplifting
Heartwarming tears of gratitude
offered while on knees of the moment
Beauty and compassion
shared in a circle of safety
stories of hardship and pain
stories of hopes and desires
enveloped in a halo of acceptance
Dream catchers woven
in a time of listening
open hearts
exposed and vulnerable
gathered in hands of friendship
Ragged threads
braided as one
no longer frayed
strengthened by unity
now a beautiful tapestry
Lives unfold
as each thread is touched,
colored, named
Mystical artwork
mysteriously created
Music soars
a divine chorus
a privileged instant

Sharing

love
(internet photo)

Embrace the moment
capture the spirit
a feeling rare to behold

When ardor dims
wrinkles set in
where will we be

A friendship
warm and kind
togetherness still desired
sharing thoughts and hopes
goals achieved together

I want a ready smile
a hug
a companion
I want someone comfortable to be near
someone who can abdicate power
or dictate when necessary

I want someone who enjoys nature
appreciates beauty
who is confident
happy
able to share without unrealistic demands

I want someone who lifts my spirits
whose spirits are buoyed by my presence
I want someone who can help me
turn my dreams into reality

I want you

A Dream

I dreamt I was
walking a path
full of mazes and illusions
twists and turns forking in alternate directions
temptations to wander and explore

I met a wizard
a small man with white hair
a wizened face full of wrinkles
that gave witness to the passage of time
yet his dark eyes still held
a boyish look, an impish playful twinkle

He seemed to be holding a secret
he was bursting to tell
I could not continue
along this strange path
without having to go around
this little man

He spoke
voice level gentle soft but earnest
No one comes to me unless called

I thought it was an illusion
I had heard no call
but as I attempted to pass
one hand went up
fingers pointing to the sky

A beautiful book appeared
filigreed cover glowing
with swirls of blue and green and gold
moving like flowing water
Next the cover looked
like a glorious peacock feather
with the eye of the feather staring directly at me

The timeless druid
asked me to write
I had no pen
but my thoughts went to the parchment
as the book unfolded before me
words leapt from my mind
to the waiting page
they danced and twirled and spun
beautiful pirouettes
a ballet of ideas and fantasy

I giggled as I orchestrated
this lovely performance of words
not sure how it was happening
but grateful for the wizard’s magic
his guiding slight of hand
allowing me a glimpse of creativity at play
with reverence I gently closed the magical book

The wizard had been watching
this sublime act
so his words upon acceptance of the book
were completely unexpected
Don’t eat crackers

When this comment was met by my stunned silence
he continued saying
the meaning of the words would be clear to those
needing to hear them

It was a strange dream

A Glance

spark

(image from http://www.kimballibrary.com)

I see him
a glance
racing heart, sweaty palms
Do you think he feels the same?

Rapid pulse,
garbled words, come on tongue speak!
Timid smile
blue eyes twinkle
my knees go weak

Kind, gentle
thoughtful, intelligent
Fluttering heart, the spark of desire
Do you think he feels the same?

Soft, warm
tender touch
melting will, ache to be one
dream to be friends forever
Do you think he feels the same?