Dreaming

Dreaming readily even

through darkest hours;

I cross over with just

sight to guide the way,

a phantom unseen,

 

going where vision leads;

taken by breath of air,

psyche conveyed in rain

that pitter-patters along

country lane, with such

serene movement advancing

on, contentment a magical

companion;

 

harvesting surreal visitations

for my soul, not knowing the

way to go; but swiftly guided

in the blink of an eye, whisked

away in new direction;

 

showing a different awareness,

visualizing manifestations that 

unite on another plane and are

surely merging,

 

suddenly roaming between rooms

in lonely aged dwelling; secrets

held within walls, home of memories

veiled in dust and cobwebs that

connect the past.

 

Looking up wide staircase of this

once happy home; staring eyes in

old portraits hanging seem to hold

the truth,

 

Paintings of young giggling

Victorian girls with their dolls

hang by the stairs, I'm mindful

of their playful pose; with long

blonde ringlets hanging in curls.

 

But in the silence of this auspices

moment; I see only reflections

lingering of a loving family,

 

now old age and death only

leaves its mark in ramshackle

of neglect, extracted from their

recollections, as bygone days

resonance mingles with my own.

 

 

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