Time imagined

We are filled
as boundless energy conspires
to take us deeper into the days,
like cool water washing away
the cares of time imagined,
drifting farther away.
We grasp the straws of fortune
pulling at the longest
in our hopes and dreams
for that magic to come
washed onto the shore,
the treasure of better times
and blue skies smiling
with answers correct
falling like rain on a sunny day.
Who are we,
our huddled masses sing our verse
in fevered pitch rising higher
and a chorus of minutes
tick-tock by like ants marching
so we salute and carry on
playing the pipers tune yet knowing
that in each beating heart
the clock will chime the hour
and standing to fill the halls
with a song of rejoicing
in dark shadowed corners they come forward,
together one by one and bringing
a land of time imagined,
of a universe united
and free.

Another channeled poem, I had been thinking of one thing and found it veeering in a new direction. Ah, the whims of the inner muse singing again with a heartfelt smile of peace and love for all.

Elements found

Grasping the images,
the slipping away of something
seen in the mind of dreams,
so important to behold
yet reaching out helplessly-
watching the mirage dissipate
like dandelion fluff in the wind
and a thousand little pieces
scattering about in the high grass and wildflowers,
we stare at the beauty around us
forgetting what it is,
why it is that we are here
till the moment is forgotten
and we lay down to cloud-gaze
for in this moment,
it’s all that seems important
to the peace within.
I had a dream that woke me
as the moon shone brightly
locked perpetually in her neon silence
and the hues fell beyond the pane,
changes swirled through my soul
like a tornado in the darkness,
feeling like a reverberation
in a hollow echo chamber
as it slid past my consciousness,
the enormity of what was passing
as I stood calm and watching
and straining to hear the answers
to each question of my heart,
I woke to the quiet beating
and the meditative seconds
ticking away as the dawn waited to break.
Taking a breath and trying to recall
the rhyme and reason for it,
and just letting the last minutes play out
I rose to begin my journey
on the path to light.

Mornings glory

Greeting the freshness of now,
morning slips off her darkest robes
and settles into the perfection
of a soft gown of pastel colour,
stretching to touch the baby blue hues
eyes eager to find the sign
of a blessed day to come.
Air hangs heavy like thoughts,
thunder and lightning now far from here,
sight and sound breathes calm
and I fall into peace staring off to the heavens
listening to the rhythm
of the beating of a heart
alive in the moment
finding a simple bliss.

Wild weather yesterday with lightning and thunder that rattled the house, love a good storm this time of year, water to nourish and cleanse and a morning sky filled with watercolor hues always allows my day to begin in a blissful calm I relish. Happy Momday my friends, keep calm and motor on.