Redream

Every time I think of X

I realize that there is a Y at its end,

Every moment’s pause there is another letter’s cry,

But the most important would be the last two before the last,

Of which the two letters are tied.

There’s something which we are all a part.

To know that truth,

Takes us pass the edge of our minds,

Where the current dream’s fountain’s dried,

Left with simply essence,

And there is no more letters.

Taking it back into my fragmented soul.

It’s wear I feel the fire that’s lost in my heart,

It’s where I return to dream’s gate,

And reach a point like Faust’s,

Where the devil holds a key,

Of which only if I would tear apart my heart.

And disclose the desires within.

-Redream

For nearly a year, my mind’s fountain of dreams has nearly dried, and finally it has. I’ve had to contend with what questions I would ask as I had reached a wall, and I found myself too caught up with the current, rather than the timeless, endless, precious.

I’ve returned to this place because my mind’s current dream has ended, and it’s from here I will dream a new. I will “redream” To find within myself what I’ve missed out from being too caught up with the current happenings of my life.

For now, let me show the poem’s I’ve written over the past year that means the most to me. This post is not about explaining myself, but disclosing the desires within.

I'd share if you'd be so kind,
I would love a peice of your mind,
Its like this thing we share'd that isn't just mine.

I won't wear my heart on my sleeve,
Because it's not meant to be there,
Its to be shared with care.

I'd share if you'd be so kind,
Because we'd be blind to the fine line,
Without this sharing of mine.
-I'd share if you'd be so kind.

I try to turn this object round and round,
To understand why it means so much to me when I'm down,
Whether it was yesterday,
Or just today.

It caught the light of the sun once upon a time.

I find it unusually hard to hold on to it,
Today,
And maybe even more so tommorow,
Because it reminds me of yesterday.

It's a precious memory.

Of the time where the moment was kind,
Up to then I was blind,
Until I witnessed a beautiful mind,
-The precious memory

In this heavy air,
It seems like almost everything touched,
Would just break,
It feels so cold,
And I find myself sinking.

I've almost got my head below the water.

At that moment where I'm at the edge of sanity,
Where I find myself reaching its event horizon,
It's journey halted by your reaching hand.
Our two hands joined in this journey of opposites,
You push me up.

You push me up so that I might burn bright.
-Push me up

On this bed covered with white petals,
the champagne sparkles in the moonlight,
where the wind carries forth a tune so sweet,
resonating within the lady's heart,
like a tender and gentle beat,
under this blanket of heat,
that is where the two souls meet.
-Two souls

Her words touch me like soft kisses,
in its breath it reflects the beauty of her mind,
to know here is to tread a find line,
between sanity's edge where one could go blind,
her smiles shouldn't be mistaken for being kind,
it is within her dance where the truth shines,
of which her heart rarely beats,
of which the courting brings only fleet,
like the evanescence of a dream,
it is only when one truly reachs,
Then she'd truly greet.
-The mistress of desire and insanity.

I had this friend,
I remember her so sweet in her party dress,
It seemed like just a minute that I turned away,
And she was gone.

Into the shadows of my memory.

We were supposed to be close,
Of the conversations we shared,
The many hours and revelations we had,
Of the promise made to each other.

I wonder what happened to those moments long ago,

It’ just a cold empty floor now,
There’ simply those memories to give refuge,
That she simply left,
Without the justified reason.

This cinderella had gone to sleep.

I think it’s like a curtain call,
Like a sinking ship,
With no breath taking sunset,
Without an ending beset
There’s no showdown.

Nothing at all,
Except a silent disappointment in the shadows.
-When Cinderella goes to sleep.

I'm sitting here crossed legged in this valley,
Where there's a great divide,
Listening to the wind brush past the grass,
Blowing across the dust,
Onto the window's glass.

The hinges have slowly begun to rust.

This isn't a faitytale beggining,
But in the middle there was a serenade,
With my prinicess in her beautiful dress,
Looking at me at the moment of sundown,
The day gives way to the swallowing night.

Thats when the match burns so bright.

She'd reach for my hand,
To pull me up,
And we'd take flight,
Where the two of us would fight with all our might,
And I'd look into her eyes.

And see the magic that is like the midnight sun.
-She's the midnight sun

I find myself looking for that last minute serenade,
Even as the crowd has turned away,
It matters not if this is a sinking ship,
Or a bridge that’s burning.

I still have breath,
I still have tears,
I still have dreams.

Slow it down to the final seconds before midnight,
And tilt your head back,
Look up at the stars shooting by,
And know that the possibilities are endless.
-Last minute serenade

I listen to my body cry,
And I feel the strain of each step,
It's a race down a hill,
Its how fast you can go down from the top.

A world where the reverse breaks the mind apart.

At the bottom you'll find,
A dream that you forgot,
From the time before you made it big,
Or thought you did.

That dream thats forgotten waiting to be found.
Do you have to fall to see the truth of which your blind?

Forget what you see,
What you have,
And free your mind,
To find.
-The lost dreams we've once had