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.