Heart Of The Matter
Ceasing Dreaming
Bold and vibrant are the images,
That steal; in dead of night,
The colours vivid, untrue,
Fill the starless sky with light,
The voices clear, consistent,
Words of wisdom take control,
Yet only for a moment,
For the words do not console,
And jagged is the thunderbolt,
That pierces velvet sky,
Confusing thoughts of enterprise,
Surely, naked to the eye,
Perception of the time, the space,
Are lost within the dream,
The face of love distorted,
And garish to extreme,
Yet moving through the melee,
To a calm and peaceful dawn,
I welcome wistful whispers,
In an unforgotten song,
Even though the words I cannot hear,
The melody is pleasing,
For in the dream I fall to sleep,
I'm a dreamer,
Ceasing dreaming.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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Ceasing Dreaming
Ceasing Dreaming