"Crystal Unicorns..."

"Crystal Unicorns..."

A Poem by Chris
"

Just another day

"

I remember when I first heard Bobbie Gentry's - "Refractions"... I was just back from overseas and could finally afford the albums that had come out for a while.  I bought several hundred at the Marine Corps Exchange all at once.  One of near everything.  Damn, was a long time since I remembered that. 

Some things touched us - when we laid down.  Some we never forgot - just buried until sunsets bring them back.  Sometimes we even breathe ...or wish we couldn't.

"Crystal Unicorns..."

Quite a song...
Thompson Square - "Glass"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPd1GIwjRFM
Quite... I listened and remembered:
Bobbie Gentry - "Refractions"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0azMEO7yMts

Seems we have our own memories
signs of different times ...and yet

it's still the same time afterall

when the sun sets

and the dreams flow

and the star light shimmers.

We hope for everything
dream and wish

we reach beyond moonlight

as the heartbeats echo

within and behind our eyes.

And we find

the softest smiles

within as for moments

we really, really know

we aren't alone

...until we awake.

and then - well
it's just another day

always just another -

day ...somehow.

Chris

© 2012 Chris


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It's true, Chris, and this is the reason I sometimes I wish to sleep it all away, but for those few hours of peace and difference and whatever we see out of the norm that you noted we experience when we dream, is nothing more than that... A dream. Alas, we always have to wake up and face the world, life's not a fairytale, though I have wished thus countless times. We could play pretend and be ignorant, but in the end, reality is always there to stare us in the eyes, force us to stare back, see what life really holds in store for us.
Maybe this is the reason for dreams, a break from life, from living, from this hellhole we sometimes house in. But when the morning sun shines through our drapes, beckoning for us to return to earth, we have to awake. We always have to awake.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Touched my dreams, and inspired more.
xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautiful poem, I adore your words....just magnificent, favorite line "we reach beyond the moonlight" - wonderful work :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Anticipation for dream sleep coupled with reality. A very good read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This poem just sets the reader free...to dream and dream! "Seems we have our own memories, signs of different times". This line says it all! Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem, Crystal Unicorns!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Always a pleasure Chris..... this is lovely !! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yeah...yeah, that's it exactly. Brilliant.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Chris

12 Years Ago

Sometimes all you ever seem to have are the dreams...
Brittany

12 Years Ago

You're reading my mind
"its" should be "it's"
"And we find" - I'd remove the 'and'

Great closing stanza to finish the piece of. It's true. No matter what, there's always another day. Nicely penned, my friend.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Beautiful, chris :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


What a lovely write. I dont have anything i want to directly say as critisim so all i can really do is sing your praises.. it was a lovely lovely read..

Posted 12 Years Ago


'Some things touched us - when we laid down. Some we never forgot - just buried until sunsets bring them back. Sometimes we even breathe ...or wish we couldn't.'

just devine. so much poetry tucked away here. mesmorizing!



Posted 12 Years Ago



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