Fleeting Glimpses

Here comes the first autumnal chill of the year

it brings beautiful little dreams from the future

The yellow harvest moon smiles gentle and sweet

he has a thousand different stories to tell tonight 

but the world doesn't want to pause and listen

The wood nymphs slowly retreat into the shadows 

while the creator keeps pursuit of his elusive muse

The lute player ceases the delightful summer song 

a somber tune is perhaps more appropriate for the season 

Golden brown wheat fileds shimmer and shiver slightly

filling the air with a rich, sweet scent of the grains 

This is the season of wolves and tigers and it is mine

the colors of my dreams bloom gloriously upon every tree

and I catch fleeting glimpses of life; circles of light and darkness 

a melange of laments, longings and of moments trapped in time

What a beautiful thing life truly is! 

Love Found Me Today

I do not know where it came from nor do I know why
but a beautiful dream arrived in search of me
It came flying on the wings of little blue birds
as the wind sang outside my window in cool wisps
I woke up and found nothing but a solitary silence
the world greeted me wrapped in dimly lit fog
and the deep black sky smiled through a starry veil

Something.. someone.. somewhere sent me that dream
or everything.. everyone from everywhere did
I do not think I need to know but I have an idea
I like to imagine him.. his smile and his dreamy eyes
so intense that they tell tales from a past so deep
a past we shared many lifetimes ago on another planet
and we know and share a realm so intimately
that we create and dictate each other's dreams!

The Scent Of A Citrus Blossom On A Warm Evenig

A whiff of a familiar scent can transport you across the worlds, across the time into a place so familiar, you can't even remember if the place was within you or if it was where you hid those precious, dazzling dreams your teenage self dreamed under a huge dark night sky filled with millions of twinkling stars. They seemed so close, they engulfed your tiny being and you could hear them as they silently carved your destiny. Soon, you left the red sandy plains, the twirling dirt devils, the murmurs of smoky huts with faint spicy smells as the evening meals simmered and the children shrieked. Wait, was that even this life time or was it another? The moonlight lightly danced over misty mirages while birds chirped happily in the thickets of the guava tree. You went back to dig out the dreams. You see, you had to know! Instead there they were, beautifully shaped gorgeous emeralds... The red earth wept green tears for you for it missed you much and the songs of crickets and the poems of twilight missed you too!

In A Dreamless Stupor

I saw a thicket of green fog where dreams take shape
on the edges of a far away galaxy where new stars are born
I saw a Bengal tiger in gorgeous colors; his eyes are deep blue
like that of the Caribbean sea shimmering in the mid day Sun.
There was also a white swan flying across the mountains
his wings so placid and handsome against the cloudless skies.
He brings a message. A mesmerizing dream of the gods
who rule over the endless emotions from within the depths
It was a spirit in awakening once again open to the world
so full of life, love, imagination and story telling!

The Art of Silence

It rained on the car windshield in the quiet hours of night
a few pink cherry flower petals melt into the raindrops
and as I drive on the road out of my sleep with open windows
I feel the cold breeze in my veins, I see the delicate petals
slightly tremble in their dreams; they look up into the sky
and smile lazily at the day blooming amidst gray clouds
slowly I am learning to appreciate the silence
and the words of deep comfort it offers
Spring is almost here with its wild songs
and my heart is falling out of love with winter