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| The Dream by Lara Zankoul |
In a blue room, I dream at two o' two
a swan glides across the waters of my soul
preparing a journey of transition, relaxed
I drift into another realm, with little resistance
diving in the depth of the dreamscape,
searching for wisdom and light, traveling
the unknown looking for the lost pages
of the greater story of my life...
where have you gone songs of the past
floating away with the clouds overhead
I once took comfort in your lullabies
but, tonight I hear the ballads of loneliness
spring is nearing and with it transformation
soon the trees will begin budding, flowers will
push up through the soil, nature will begin anew
and I too will breathe in the songs of promise
existence is a continuous series of changes
challenging us to flow with the current
becoming stronger, ascending on wings
of light, finding the pieces of ourselves
in the night...
embracing wings of grace, taking flight
linking with The Sunday Muse
sharing with earthweal
Thank you for visiting - This week has been difficult....
Peace and harmony
This I like very much. I was tempted to use it, I'm wasn't sure of a theme and I left it alone. I remembered the Dickens book and decided on a method to tell. It was interesting all the way, my favorite here is at the last, "ascending on wings of light, finding the pieces of ourselves in the night..." I think this is a part of the REM cycle but not nearly as exciting as you made it out to be.
ReplyDeleteThank you for peeking in to read, we both got a late start. A long story here. And not I don't believe SHC is possible either. We knew science better not than they did then.
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My dreams are very vivid and I usually can recall them in the morning. The trick is to write them down as the disappear quickly in the morning light.
DeleteWell, you did present an interesting thought to ponder in your writing.
I can hear the sadness in those songs of the past - but also the promise in the new songs that will burst forth in spring.....there are always new songs.........
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry, yes thanks goodness for the possibility of new songs.
DeleteI like what you did with the image..and the first two lines draw the reader in!
ReplyDeleteThank you! May your dreams be good ones.
DeleteYou've captured the feeling of a dreamscape well.
ReplyDeleteThanks dreams have always intrigued me. So much to ponder.
DeleteI love the idea of the swam gliding across the waters of the soul. This is truly lovely Truedessa and it feels like a journey full of discovery of the world and what is within. We have missed you my friend. I am sorry you are facing difficult times. Sending hugs your way. 💙
ReplyDeleteThank you my friend for the kind words.
DeleteLuv the juxtaposition of sleep and reawakening. Nice one Trudessa
ReplyDeleteMuch💜love
Thank you Gillena
DeleteHope you can capture that peace again in your dreams.
ReplyDeleteI think peace is subjective on any given day. So many variables are thrown into the journey. Wishing you peace in your journey on planet earth.
Delete'Existence is a continuous series of changes', so true. A perfect interpretation of the scene in the picture.
ReplyDeleteThank you Keith! We must be adaptable to changes to survive.
DeleteBeautiful as always. I especially loved: In a blue room, I dream at two o' two
ReplyDeletea swan glides across the waters of my soul.
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Thank you Sandra! You are always supportive.
DeleteI love the circular thought in your poem ... lovely write. Cannot wait for Spring here on Oregon's High Desert.
ReplyDeleteIt snowed last night and I wonder where is spring?
DeleteMay you glide on your wisdom above the dark tree tops
ReplyDeleteThank you and may you glide the waters of tranquility
DeleteThis is pure magic! That last stanza bears reading more than once.
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