"Crystal Unicorns..."

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

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Morrigan Nicole]

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.

[olla]

well then... please do not wake me until the morning after forever..

[J]

maybe, chris. but some days, in all those hundreds of albums of hope and times after the sun sets and rises anew -- another new -- once again; the backdoor ajar, letting the night seep out. for that was the hard part ~ in the dark, where loneliness constricts hope to a pinprick ... it is the day. the sun. the annoying earliest birds disrupting negative sleep patterns. fill your coffee cup and step out the back door. notice life engaged around you, in spite of you, inviting you, greeting you in songs you've forgotten in all those hundreds of albums. wake up, chris.

[Emily B]

sweet dreams, dear