Dreams If all our dreams come true...what then? E.V. Stankowski, Ocoee, Florida
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I'll sleep with one ear open, to listen for your cry, then sing you back to sleep, my love, with a lullaby. -- Submitted by Gloria Lee Sarasin from Trinity, NC e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com Editor's Pick: BROKEN DREAMS Nothing in the world, it seems Shatters like a broken dream It is the ache behind the mean Of shadows silent and unseen And in this fortress dream of sorrow Exist no dawn and no tomorrow Just hours that cut you as they pass Like little shards of broken glass And yet another and another Sometimes the night is meant to suffer But look up now and see how far They light your way like little stars Oh, if I had a star to shine For every broken dream of mine The whole night sky would turn to day And all my troubles melt away -- Submitted by Lisa G. Leming from Bremerton, WA e-mail: lisa@silentmuse.com IT'S ONLY MAGIC If I were a magic wand I'd flutter over every nation I'd better the course of civilization Without any regret or hesitation. If only .... I'd banish any poverty There would be an abundance of food I'd enhance everyone's mood To be happy when they brood. If only.... I'd be like Mary Poppins Descending all the quicker On heads of state who bicker I'd light a candle to flicker If only ..... I'd substitute peace for war Stir up a congenial kettle Controversies would be settled Untangle anything nettled If only... But, alas, I am not magic Just an ordinary human being Though not a puppet on a string So I will try to do everything I can do... And maybe someone will listen Someone with ability To help create tranquility Retreat from war to civility God help us.... -- Submitted by Floriana Hall from Akron, Ohio e-mail: Floriana102@aol.com SMOKE IN THE WIND It was a bill of goods he bought And I the merchant who sold the dream; A price too high is what he paid For merchandise never received. Grab a rainbow, touch a star, The world is yours for just the reach; Anything you wish to be, Can be yours, don't fail to dream. Puffs of smoke in fancy paper, Goods not worth the life of pain; Son, anything you dare to dream, Can be yours; the price, your soul. -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com OCTOGONICAL REVELATION One-I am sitting on a stone, searching life on muddy ways, we are often making mistakes, so, beginn to build alone... Two-near to the grave, ugly forms are appearing, thou must transform for save, and to live without killing... Three-I am waiting for wisdom, queen of early stars protect, preserve the hidden kingdom, may the creation become perfect... Four-the cross I am guarding, between light and darkness, Five-give all the answers, that s the power of the King, Six is holy princess, she heal the seek, cover the sin, Seven-ancestral river of blessings, lifting to a superior level... soul can hear the true voice of the things, the place where the master become Servant, That's Eight, the Justice, Virgin and pure,Truth and Illumination, the essence of all Revelation... Help-Heal-Hide... love to find... Saturn dies, Helios ressurect...  -- Submitted by Tatomir Ion Marius from Sighetu Marmatiei jud.MM/Romania e-mail: tatomir@usa.com A PLACE TO DREAM  Sitting where the green moss grows And shadows fall upon the grottoes; I sit and gaze and the while I dream Of things imagined but seldom seen.  Upon the rays of golden suns, I catch a glimpse of heavenly visions; All the things His hands have made Before the light within me fades.  Where dampness tends to grow the moss. Is there I sit in dreams to cross Bridges that in life too wide, I find my way to the other side.  Upon the wings of birds of flight And tails of comets to alight. I soar the oceans and the mountains And quench my thirst from nature's fountains.  Let me sit where the green moss grows And dream away my cares and woes. Wake me when the visions fade; When back to reality, my senses bade.  -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com BROKEN DREAMS A spectrum of vision, like ghosts, they're now faintest; Only dry bones where vitality once flourished. Written on blank pages that time has now vanished; A dream book in color that age turned into dust. Like a painting whose subject had quickly faded; It was gone before the nighttime sky missed the sun. I search my mind for dreams in hope it's not barren; To one day relive them or find them still planted. Kaleidoscopic colors float but pass by me; I can view them, but like a rainbow, out of reach. It now is smoke and fading colors that I see And yet the need for one to dream, forever preach. On the wings of dreams I sail with nighttime vision And only in the light of day are they broken. -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com DREAMS TILL YOU WAKE Dreams on which to ponder Have no meaning till you wonder Characters and scenes, some unknown Awaken the mind as it is shown Soft and gentle, pleasant, not true Do not wake up, because you knew Dreams that play in your mind Are only for your tender kind -- Submitted by Mary G. from Tampa, FL e-mail: mglpn1206@hotmail.com MR. MOON  Mr. Moon up in the sky How you float so regal and high I like to watch your many faces and imagine your thoughts As you look down upon us with such beauty and haught  I see the man you do possess He is a part of your regal dress But yet I can see laughter and mystery in your face For who else would allow a cow to jump over his space  And when the autumn leaves turn to gold And the wind begins to bring the cold I marvel at your harvest face And the brilliance of your lusty grace  Your complete fullness pleasures my sight And oh, how I chuckle with delight For even when a cloud may shadow a part of you It doesn't prevent your aura to shine through  I see the mischievousness in your face And how you quench the day in your haste You frolic with the clouds each night And as the sun starts to rise, you take flight  In you God created a masterpiece A timeless work that will never cease And the old forever young they will be When they imagine you through my eyes and see  -- Submitted by Sarah Wood-Bradford from Marrero, LA e-mail: SarahBigT@aol.com DREAM WALKER Dream walker beguiled by night, As through the mist she glides, Like gossamer sails billowing Before the rising tide, In darkened sky shimmering stars, Are pin holes in a veil, Shutting out the night time sun Whose light cannot reveal, The beauty of one who walks A pathway left unreal.    FAERIE QUEENS WHO DANCE AT NIGHT Faerie Queens who dance at night, Have but a moment before the light Reveals their magic ways, Leaving silent misty days. E'n so they dance each eve, For those who will believe In sprites who fly on gossamer wings, Playing harps of gold with silver strings. Faerie Queens are but true, And quite different from me and you, As they dance from night 'til dawn, To music made of elfins' song.  -- Submitted by Norman E. Rourke from Beggs, OK e-mail: stonebluff@webzone.net DREAMS VS. REALITY  If I could stay within my dreams and not be forced to live in reality, I could climb the mountains high, touch a star and reach the sky.  I could fly with wings unclipped, dream in color to my heart's content, never having to touch the ground, claim each pearl as mine when found.  Reality mixed with sunshine and rain and sanity crossing over into insanity. Some dreams fulfilled but others still, remain in life, a bitter pill.  In my mind, I live my dreams, travel far and reach for stars. Reality always pulls me back down, placing my feet back on the ground.  -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, NC e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com If I blew enough bubbles... each pregnant with a dream of mine... would you deliver my dreams? Or would my dreams shatter aborted drying pitifully on the sidewalk?  If I wished on enough stars... each burdened by dreams wide and far... would you sense my dreams from above? Or would my dreams suffocate withered decaying slowly on the star?  If I wrote enough messages... each penned dream left in possibility.. would you decipher my dream between its lines? Or would my dreams be twisted abused by those who find it instead?  If I... if I one day find my way... of letting you know... What will you do?  -- Submitted by Cicada Dream from Auckland, New Zealand e-mail: kehchyn@pcombo.co.nz ALONE  I live in a lonely cabin with no one else around I live near lonely trees in a lonely ground My life would be much better if I had some friends But all I have for company is the river and its bends  I live in a lonely cabin I know the land by stride I live near lonely trees and I care for them with pride My life keeps getting better as I learn to get along All the animals are playful and the wind is full of song  I live in a lonely cabin it's not that bad I guess There're no troubles on my shoulders and I'm lightened of my stress But just one day to talk to someone would be really great But as for now I'll make the best yet still I'll hope and wait  -- Submitted by Maria from Peachtree City, GA e-mail: nutnbutmaria@yahoo.com DEVOTIONAL When I slip away to the garden Imagination begins to bloom, Caressed by the gentle breeze The essence of a sweet perfume.  O, that I could stay here forever Visions and dream of creative art, Dancing with you in garden's midst Passion ignites within our hearts.  Like the dew upon an Irish rose Your essence clings to me, Beauty of dormant deep rises And I'm dancing in eternity!  O, that I could stay here forever for I never tire of loving you at all, Raptured within your breath of heaven, A rose, buds and blooms upon your call.  -- Submitted by Bobbie Barnes from Jacksboro, Texas e-mail: bobbi_rae@hotmail.com PERSERVERANCE  To try and fail and then prevail A loss, a win keep on that grin To run and fall laughed at by all To show your face as the loser of a race To stand up tall and hear your call Someone, somewhere wants you to be there To share with them a life of grim But you refuse there's nothing to lose Get on with life and work, and strife For what you know will help you grow Into a better person  -- Submitted by Maria from Georgia e-mail: nutnbutmaria@yahoo.com ASLEEP AND AWAKE I dream when I sleep And my guardian angel keeps Guard above my bed  I daydream when I am awake Of calm blue waters And gentle summer breezes And green mountainous hills And tall dark muscular nubian men And puffy white heavenly clouds I think to myself that life is great And say "Amen" outloud    FISHING FOR OUR DREAMS Everyday we walk to our spots Bait our hooks Cast our lines  Sometimes no nibble to give us hope Don't be frustrated Don't be discouraged, just cope Don't feel like you're at the end of a rope  Don't give up fishing for dreams Persevere in life's ocean, sea, or streams  There's the catch of a lifetime Out there waiting for us primed Losing faith is a crime Reel in your dreams anytime  -- Submitted by Monique Nicole Fox from Maryland e-mail: mnfoxx@aol.com THE FOOTBALL PLAYER He walks out onto the field, head to foot in a full body shield, the crowd stands up and starts to cheer, then they sit down and drink their beers. The football player thinks to himself, then runs to his team, that's when he wakes up from his wonderful dream.  -- Submitted by Brent Bargerstock from Palm Beach Gardens, FL e-mail: Xtremebiker56@aol.com JOKER'S VISAGE Listen, 'less you can hear the pain Over in the corner of your mind The Joker sees your suffering But 'alas he does not pity Simple views towards love Makes him tumble with mirth Avert your eyes and cover your ears Hide your heart from this jester "Cause he's always looking... Sending decoys if he sees A vulnerable soul -- Submitted by Doni from Winchester, VA e-mail: donigleaton@yahoo.com I had a dream that everything would be perfect one day. I had a dream that there would be no more death. I had a dream that there would be no more crying and suffering. I had a dream that there would be no more sorrow and pain. I had a dream that there would be no more violence and war. I had a dream that there would be no more hatred. I had a dream that everyone would be treated all the same. I had a dream that there would be no more darkness. I had a dream that there would be no more dying. I had a dream that there would be no more heartache. I had a dream that there would be no more departure. Yes, I had a dream, and my dream came true...because I am in heaven. -- Submitted by Allison from Kenly e-mail: sweet_ally24@hotmail.com MY FEATHER PEN  My feather pen too light to stay do not insist on flying away. We together might each stray and thoughts on paper fade away. Each year I live more time slips away, more work I give more hope gives away. If we float sentimental together not even reason can take us away from a sensible breeze we're use to weather. Not before reason drips away. I hate to breathe against a feather. I also hate to be pushed away. If only we were kept together the rest would come right away. The inspriation and dedictaion would eat stagnation fast away. If I could hold on to my feather pen, if it would be strong enthusiastic, and still. I'd write until my mind was bare and my heart finally content. Then someday you might be called great, my flying feather pen.  -- Submitted by Samara Bouie from Sarasota, Florida e-mail: charletha@hotmail.com
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