Dream Dancers

space-dance1Another one Mike cleverly turned into a whimsically innocent & simple (if a little cheesy :D) song. Originally, I’d been playing with the idea of astral travel & wanted to write a response to Queen’s ‘Dreamers Ball‘, & this emerged. I had to add a bit of repetition, which while it made it work as a song, I think spoilt it as a poem a little, this is the poem version reconstructed as best I remember it.

Dream Dancers

Go to sleep and I’ll call on you,
Take you wherever you want to go.
We’re going dream dancing.
See the world through your minds eye,
Looking down from beyond the sky,
We’re going sleep romancing.

To the stars, or across the sea,
Doesn’t matter, if you’re with me,
When we go dream dancing.
Through the power of unconscious minds,
We’ll be together ‘cross distance and time,
When we go sleep romancing.

Want to seduce you through your dreams,
Take you places you’ve never seen,
I’m taking you dancing.
You’re still his in your waking hours,
In your sleep with magic-like power,
I’m taking you sleep romancing.

Go to sleep and I’ll call on you,
Take you wherever you want to go.
See the world through your minds eye,
Looking down from beyond the sky,
We’re going dream dancing,
We’re going sleep romancing…

17th July 1998

(I recently found out the Cole Porter wrote a song called ‘Dream Dancing‘ & Ella Fitzgerald has an album of the same name (which it appears on), but this has nothing to do with either, I guess it has a very similar theme though.)

Starseeds

sirius_600Spooky. This is seventeen years old to the day.

Starseeds

See you, in the night sky.
See you, in my mind.
Light-years, come between us.
But I’m still waiting for a sign.

(And you’re) Calling, calling me home.
Calling, calling me home.

Feel you, in my mem’ries.
Feel you, so near but far away.
Day light, comes between us.
Waiting ‘til the end of day.

Red to green to blue to gold.
Watch the spectrum above unfold.
Touch my heart, warm my soul.
No longer alone, No longer cold.

Hear you, in the midnight.
Hear you, ‘cross the time.
Listening, for the echoes.
Watch, as I lay back to recline.

(And you’re) Calling, calling me home.
Calling, calling me home.

Watch me, shine above me.
Watch me, in my dreams.
Waiting, for the moment.
But eons pass, least that’s how it feels.

Red to green to blue to gold.
Watch the spectrum above unfold.
Touch my heart, warm my soul.
No longer alone, No longer cold.

2nd February 2000

Heaven Can Wait

002153-sb1I particularly like this one.

Heaven Can Wait

Too much to do,
Too much to see,
Too much to feel,
Too much to be.

I’ve tried things your way,
But now is the time,
To loosen the shackles,
& show you mine.

Too many horizons,
To set compass for,
Unchartered seas,
Beg to explore,
(Swim out passed the shallows,
& kick from the shore.)

Feel the wind at my back,
Salt on my tongue,
Chasing the sunrise,
‘Til this day is done.

Follow the porpoise,
As he leaps at the bows,
Dive in behind him,
& follow him down.
Down into blue silence –
Sing with grey whales,
No-one is there,
Our dreams to curtail.

Then back to the surface,
Lungs bursting to breathe,
Take off – follow the seagull,
& do as we please.

But feel free to join us,
As we swoop & we soar,
Back over the shallows,
& head in for shore.

Too much to do,
Too much to see,
Too much to feel,
Too much to be.
– Heaven can wait.

18th February 2004

(Nothing to do with either this, or this which are both great in their own rights)

Papillion

blue butterflyThis started off as an experiment with Haiku (I’m not a fan of Haiku’s) but quickly morphed into something else. I really had been watching a butterfly with a damaged wing trying to fly:

Papillion

I hatched from out my chrysalis,
To try to dry my wings,
That I may fly.
I hatched in anticipation,
I leapt with wings still dampened,
I jumped and fell.

I crawled amongst the undergrowth,
Beauty hidden from above,
Now clear in view.

I stumbled to a clearing,
And basked within the glow,
From up above.
I stretched my broken wings out,
To dry them off once more,
To try again.

I waited for a small breeze,
So again I may be back amongst,
My missing kin.

I soared to where I came from,
And smelt the sweetened scents,
Upon the air.
I revelled in the sunlight,
Glistening on my shinning wings,
Now in their prime.

From on high I looked beneath me,
Now better understanding,
Of the below.

But the clearing where I stumbled,
Unknown to all my kind,
Still draws me back
And I still now sometimes fly there,
And bask beneath the trees,
In solitude

4th August 1999

The Welcoming Womb

welcome_to_paradise___hdr_by_scwl-d4ehrg0.jpgThe Welcoming Womb

Everyone is searching for their own piece of heaven,
We’re all seeking out our own personal asylum,
Looking to find a private haven,
A sheltered harbour to weather the storm from.

A secluded cocoon,
A welcoming womb,

A place beyond daily responsibility,
Where wonder abounds, in glorious infinity,
No malice disturbs the peaceful tranquillity,
A place to hide from the stark reality.

Sheltered from harm,
In protecting arms.

The disturbance of others cannot be heard,
A place to retreat from the stage of the world,
Role playing your bit part is completely absurd,
Life’s audience can’t see, as the real you unfurls.

14th August 1998

A New Dawn, A New Day

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Sunrise from the b0ttom of the Grand Canyon. (circa 2000ish)

This seems very apt for a Solstice morning… Happy Solstice Everyone.

A New Dawn, A New Day.

A new dawn, a new day,
Will it be frittered away?
Like so many that came and then passed.

A new day, a new dawn,
But let us not mourn,
For opportunities squandered and missed.
~
A clean page, a clean sheet,
Will it be bitter, or sweet?
Only we can decide on its fate,

A clean sheet, a clean page,
Let us not let it age,
Let us use it before it’s too late,
~
A fresh start, a fresh chance,
Can we see at a glance?
And learn from mistakes of the past.

A fresh chance, a fresh start,
We could all play a part,
And live it, like it is our last.

14th August 1997

Flogging A Dead Horse

an-ode-to-a-thistle-21225853Flogging a dead horse

Am I a misguided apostle?
To a solitary thistle,
But I can see beyond your thorny points.
Hardened by biting weather,
You dwarf surrounding heather,
But prickly barbs are too sharp to surmount.

Can see blue/purple petals,
But would need a skin of metal,
To approach close enough to inhale.
Watch the flower turn to pollen,
Indicating you can soften,
But your spiny darts ultimately prevail.

Tantalising glimpses of you tender,
Helpless, I’m left rendered,
Can’t get beyond your caref’ly crafted thorns.
Do you know you’re so appealing?
Or are you toying with my feelings?
Keep your armour plates – the like of me to warn.

2nd April 1999