The Poet Dreamer

 The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion.   The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each other In active play as... Continue Reading →

Butterfly Dreams

In our slumber, We shed the chrysalis. Our dreams rise As dawn’s light From the wellspring Of our hearts. Tender, young, transitory visions Lapsing into morning sun As though the breeze Carries them away Before we capture the drift Of these souls’ stories, Gliding away in colors Cast in sacred shapes and designs.   ©... Continue Reading →

The Poet Dreamer

 The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion.   The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each other In active play as... Continue Reading →

A Dream: Truth Be Known

There are many angels who guide and protect us as our soul wanders. This poem is based on an actual dream I had. A blond-haired guide appeared at my bedroom window in a canoe. She took me to heaven twice. It was a two-part dream. This poem captures the essence.

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