In the Dreaming

In the Dreaming
I can feel the wind in my hair,
The tickle of grass on my bare feet.
I think I'd like to run and laugh
And just breathe in the freedom
Of the moment.

I'm out here alone in the wilderness,
But no, there's someone here with me.
I suddenly feel lonely,
Not accustomed to the emptiness.
I'm usually surrounded by so many people,
But, oh well, I can leave them behind.

I can see the clear blue sky,
And inhale the scent of fresh cut grass.
Even though I am almost alone,
I feel protected, loved
I feel like I belong here.

I can hear the cattle mooing behind me,
I reach over, rub them gently
Loving the way the light fuzz feels.
I hear the birds singing overhead,
And some strange sounds…
I'm not sure I want to know who made them.

I feel so suddenly relaxed,
As I prance around in the meadow.
I reach over to pick a flower,
Feeling the silky pedals brush my skin.
My hand scrapes against the rough bark
Of a tree I did not see.

I can hear the wind whistling by,
An abrupt quiet seizes the moment.
I feel the final rays of the warm

Sunshine falling gently on my skin.
I can hear chanting from a distance
Feel the loneliness fade away
It's like the ceremony
Of a distant tribe, and I'm in the middle
Caught up in the moment.

I sang, I danced, along with the rest,
With this culture from afar,
Maybe this is the way,
We were meant to live: wild but free.

It sounds outrageous, I know,
But the feeling of happiness just won't go.
I feel like I'm not alone in the world,
Surrounded by people under the stars.

It's getting late, I should go,
But yet I urge myself not to.
Maybe just another few minutes,
Just until the end of time…

I wake up, that was unforeseen,
And I'm once again in my bed.
Under the covers, safe and warm,
But yet I miss my newfound freedom.

I rise in the world of electricity,
With people yelling and screaming,
The traffic alone makes too much noise,
And the tall skyscrapers block the sky.

I know now that it was a dream,
And I should leave that world in the dreaming.
But I still can't shake the feeling,
Of being wild and free, under the sky.

Full Moon

Full Moon
There's something surreal
About a full moon on a
Dark, cloudy night
It lights up the sky, a
Silver sun, illuminating
The dull outlines of
Those ominous black clouds
Drifting and moving like
A horde of bandits, intent
On dimming the brilliance of
A pure ivory moon,
Stealing the light, cast
Like a spell, gently falling
Upon us mere mortals

If one so much as blink
It's gone
A mirage, an illusion of
What had once been

Train Tracks

Train Tracks
Late at night
I hear the thundering
Of a train passing by
Hear the whistle blow
Once, twice.

I must be
Going insane, because
I don't live near train tracks
And when I look outside
I see nothing.

Yet I hear it
The clanking of the engine
And the unbearable screaming
Of the doomed people inside
Once, twice.

Crowd

Crowd
Deep within a crowd I wander
Amidst a sea of unknown faces
Skyscrapers stand on either side
Like stern guards, watching them,
Inspecting their every move

Those unfamiliar faces
All seem to be
Too busy, too absorbed
In their own lives
To think about anyone else
The troubles others may face
The dangers others may be under
The problems others may have

They walk past those littered
Street corners, picking their way
Through their own filth
Barely registering, now,
To the fact that they have become
Their own ultimate source
Of self-destruction

I walk, like a passing photograph
With a sign around my neck
“MISSING”
Yet no one spares me
More than a single passing
Glance

Before hurrying ahead
Continuing with their life
Determined to think that
I am a mere mirage
Something less than matter
Something of their imagination
Nothing more than
A shadow of their own fears

I want to laugh in the faces
Of those cowards
And their artificial lives

Bus Routes

Bus Routes
I saw you from
Across the street
Buried in your book
Your expression
One of utmost
Concentration.

And I wonder
If you know
How much
I love you.

Absentmindedly,
You reach for the pen
Adorably tucked
Behind your right ear
It's funny, how it's
Always
Your right ear

And I wonder
If you know
That I am here
Always...
Looking after you
Like your own
Guardian angel

You push
Your glasses up
Still engrossed
In that book.

And I wonder,
What it would be
Like
To be in your arms
Just once.

But your bus is
Coming
And so is mine

As you step onto
Your bus
And I onto mine
I pause, unwilling to move
Knowing that, if I do...

You and I
Will always be
Traveling
Away
From each other.

Overanalysis

Overanalysis

I once gave you
Thirteen roses
The brightest shade
Of red
Petals still dewey
With life
And you laughed
Asking
Why I got you
Thirteen roses
When it's no
Secret
That I like you

I answered:

Thirteen, because that's the
Number of things I love about you

Thirteen, because that the
Number of dates we've been on

Thirteen, because...
The florist told me so.

Full Moon

Full Moon

There's something sinister
About a full moon on a
Dark, cloudy night
It lights up the sky, a
Silver sun, illuminating
The dull outlines of
Those ominous black clouds
Drifting and moving like
A horde of bandits, intent
On dimming the brilliance of
A pure ivory moon,
Stealing the light, cast
Like a spell, gently falling
Upon us mere mortals

If one so much as blink
It's gone
A mirage, an illusion of
What had once been