She awakens in her dreams
to an altered reality...
in this world beyond the stars
he lifts her up on open wings
transcendent
love he takes her
higher reaching rolling peaks of
desire
traveling the supernatural world
she spins in a counter-clockwise
rotation...
flying on an elevated plane of existence
never has she felt so high...
dawn to dusk
breath to breath
heart to heart
soul to soul
then the unimaginable
morning light; over the horizon
he drifts away, leaving her
alone on a cold winter day
tumbling to earth from the sky
crashing into a field of soft snow
her wings torn, her greatest love
disappeared on the edge of time
whispering a promise, I will see
you again, to become the day
you again, to become the day
we must embrace the night
it is said "time is now" but, when
is now?
linking with The Sunday Muse
feeling a bit blue today
time seems to be slipping away...
Thank you for the "space odyssey" and for "Time in a Bottle", one of my favorites. I identify with the "blues". We've had no sunshine for too many days, and that does it for me.
ReplyDeleteBev it seems the weather does effect our moods. I hope the sun comes out soon your way.
DeleteThe cure for the blues has to be a poem that catapults one into another orbit! Cheers.
ReplyDeleteHelen, that is does words and poetry can take us somewhere else!
DeleteHappy New Year !!!
ReplyDeleteJim's "Time in a Bottle" is one of my favorites.
The "he" in your poem s a real "heel". A little
laugh, I first misread a line to say "traveling
the supermarket world" and wondered, what the ...
I have a long evaluation scheduled the end of
January to be reedy for cataract surgery. One
eye sees very cloudy, the other has double
vision when used alone.
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Happy New Year Jim! I hope your surgery goes well and the clouds disperse.
DeleteI echo your slipping away feeling. For the last few days I have felt like I was stuck in blackness.
ReplyDeleteI hope your days will be brighter
Deletewhispering a promise, I will see
ReplyDeleteyou again, to become the day
we must embrace the night
There is so much to look forward to and one dreams incessantly but it goes on. It is so difficult to determine when it is 'now' Wonderful write True and Happy New Year, Ma'am. Stay safe!
Hank
Hi Hank
DeleteHope will sustain us through these dark days
That was very sad...
ReplyDeleteSad and blue that is how I am feeling!
DeleteTime is always slipping away, it is the biggest bastard of them all.
ReplyDeleteTrue Dezzie
DeleteThe wistful feel of this struck me softly. This is beautiful and the truth in it is a hard one to take sometimes. Time does slip away doesn't it? Lovely as always Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteCarrie thank you for all you do! Your support is appreciated.
DeleteExultation, to fly so high; the fall to earth so painful. So much is slipping away.........a sad and beautiful poem, my friend.
ReplyDeleteHi my friend, I guess some dreams are bittersweet.
DeleteYeah, time can be fickle and always out of time or not in it enough.
ReplyDeleteSo true Pat!
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