Simply Red - Sunrise

Enough Time...

In a dream I lay on death’s cold bed

Waiting for the reaper

A holy man my hand did hold

And begged for my salvation

With graying eyes and softened voice

I asked in turn for silence

Explaining then that I had no

Unanswered prayers to offer

I wished not for an extra day for

Many I had squandered

Instead I blessed the Time I had

To become all I wanted

When morning’s sun awakened me

And revelation kissed me

Contentment swelled inside my breast

For I became your memory

That single concept...

Considering my madness I float still

Upon and within a single concept which

Encompasses every other thing my mind

Has chosen to entertain these days

I look up at the empty ceiling and try

To imagine the view her eyes are seeing

I shiver in the humid night as an image

Of her runs through my imagination

My dreams and wishes in her pocket

She enjoys her day oblivious perhaps

To my yearning in the distance of her past

Thousands of seconds are invisible chains

Yet each that ticks away leaves me silent

I dare not speak a word in the darkness

Lest my profane tongue should mask

A single melodic beat of her heart

Then in the exile of the empty twilight
A scent arrests my heart and enslaves me

That single concept which engulfs me

Breaks the silence and I whisper

Her name

Lost in thought...

Auburn sky once azure and now fading away

Yielding colors and hues to darkness serene

Vibrancies now reclining in a bed of placid night

And I exhale and watch the last of song birds

Hurrying off to their nests and young

My lungs scream as I have forgotten my breath

Lost for ten thousand moments in a thought

While wide open eyes see nothing of that which

Surrounds me and yet has no meaning here

Between a gasp and a subdued heartbeat

Streams of Time

Though this is not my usual poetry I stand before a dilemma. There are dreams that continue to haunt my nights and yet these dreams leave me no peace yet they bring me peace as well. They cause me to wonder, to ponder to imagine and retreat to a place beyond or even within the stream of Time. I close my eyes and see a world that was once our own and yet it is no longer and still it is. This makes no common sense until I understand that my sense of perception is enslaved by a culture that requires me to mistrust my dreams.

I see a world that is our world without the confines of language, where the mysterious is still mysterious and not caged within the parameters of nomenclature and definition. I see a world whose progress was not halted by the expression of ideologies of controlling scientific and even theological thought but expanded and progressed through the vast expansiveness of imagination and philosophy and creativity. Yet I am born on the wrong side of the mirror and still I exist on the other in some sense that I can not capsulate in words.

I feel the stream of Time quickening and see the current in my dreams. I am here. I am elsewhere and the insanity of the reality and tangibility of both dreams drives my thoughts deeper and deeper into the past and the future and the present and they are everywhere and I see the colors merge and develop. An understanding emerges within me and I see my other part as he watches with great interest and softly calls to me from beyond the veil, from the another stream of Time which flows parallel to mine and we meet in a dream and we laugh and he explains the things I have always known were real and I understand the evolution we missed and he and our brothers and sisters enjoyed and know that they wait for us at that point where the two streams will meet and merge.

I look to the stars and I feel his thought, I understand his non-verbal language and I understand. I understand. I see it I understand and without words I take to the stars and the night and my mind feels the freedom of magical thought and I sail beyond here and now.