What price is paid
by the dreamers who gaze
on the midnight sky in love
with the universe?
Through dreams below a moon
who laughs in white silence
peering through to catch in slumber
the mind lost in other worlds,
does it know of our visions?
What price is paid by the hopeful heart
who wishes as a star falls on a calm night,
the glittering spark that shoots past much too fast
yet caught in the memory with a smile?
I know of no value worth pennies or millions
that compare with the view of a night sky,
below in a forest or beside the gentle waves
inspiration shimmers like a belief in more,
like the truth that we are one with it all.
Black ceiling hangs low
red orange yellow licking tongues
snapping dragons lashing out
lit within moving outward
consuming appetite merely whetted
parched dried lands fuel the beast.
Air filled with the rage of sound
crackling popping snapping creature
man no match for the fury.
We’ve had a spate of brush fires here lately, one less than a mile away although we were safe in our neighborhood, many days you see the smoke hanging like a haze on the air, pushed by the ocean breezes and last night I woke to the slight scent on the air. Dreaming of fire inspiration for this piece. Photo found on the internet.
Lost in the grace of soft white
petals soft like butter fill the hand
heavenly scent of delight
a gift of one from the mystery.
Gardenia bloom hidden behind
glimpse of white brought forward to see
like a shy child awkward in her beauty
unsure in a wash of green.
First borne of the new addition
her siblings wait until their time
beneath a spring sun they will come forth
and share their gift to eyes and a scent
to carry on soft winds on balmy nights
slipping in quietly through the window to find
the dream swept souls beyond the wall.
This is our mystery gardenia….not sure why they call it a mystery but it did give one bloom yesterday that smells so heavenly. I couldn’t help but to share. We planted it beneath the bedroom window so as it grows taller, it will find us in our sleep, kissing us perhaps with sweetest scented dreams. There are other buds so more or on the way, a happy thing indeed.