"My Waking Dreams..."

A moment's pause

"My Waking Dreams..."

There is no silence to the world

as ev'ry breath bares a cost.

The whispers echo soft yet clear

to ears a'listenin close and dear,

and with eyes so full 

of ghostlets sway that

dance the eventide ...memories...

of was and may

and weren't

...fill and flow - dreams ya know

...and those that aren't.

Soft - so soft the tears

that gently fill and slowly fall 

to dry and mark the edges of hopes -

wish-full dreams... glistening, glistening

...edges...

as thoughts unbidden ply and pry

and grasp and tighten

as fingertips reach...and reach...

just TOUCH...touch and fall away

as bits shatter and swirl -

fragments fading, falling,  flowing

drifting the currents of "now"

become then once more.

Lips curl of their own ...intent,

and breath stutters with each heartbeat's grasp

and I understand the shaking hands

and ev'ry why there always is...

and continue to stand

found in the thens of all the "nows"

'til moonlit shadows fade into dawn

and the sunrise finds

...me...

gazing through the glass

a salted-sea myst

filled with all the wishes

of heart and home.

Chris

Author's Note

all words are as I want them - including spelling.

Feel free.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Such a beautiful chain of thought and feeling.

.. 'as fingertips reach...and reach...
just TOUCH...touch and fall away
as bits shatter and swirl -
fragments fading, falling, flowing
drifting the currents of "now"
become then once more. '

Seems there are times when a person is still whole yet half in that other world, where then and now converge, swirling experiences. ' with eyes so full - of ghostlets sway that - dance the eventide.. '

And then without permission, thoughts, emotions, experiences fly into a swoop of being, . leaving a pattern that stays a while. Becomes become the sum of everything but gently. Perhaps.

Not sure of the thoughts running through your head, how does someone explain what is so intensely personal, But the voice is clear and kind, concise and considered. You always have written with your heart.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I hear the pitter-patter of little feet..frequently.. and I am caught inside loves-Loss .. It's not that I forget today, it's just selective memory..

Hope my heart last, till I lay my eyes on
Them again.

"Soft - so soft the tears
that gently fill and slowly fall
to dry and mark the edges of hopes -
wish-full dreams... glistening, glistening
...edges..."..........................WOW.....

J.J.

[Valentine]

Currents of now...becoming then. Sounds like a dreamers lament. I like it. Valentine

[Ken Simm.]

I honestly cannot understand why I am the first after so many viewings to speak to this beautiful use of words. you say the words are all as you want them. They are all as the reader, certainly this one, would want them also.
Entrancing I think is the word.

[Chris]

Here it is ever morning... and the coffee is hot and shared. Hi Ken.

[Ken Simm.]

Don't drink coffee, or perhaps strange for an Englishman, tea but being here is enough of a stimulant for me. Hi Chris. Do have a wee dram waiting for you a little later perhaps.

[Chris]

The scent of Highlands is a true spirit's draw ...anytime.