Dreams On The Plain

A new offering in the "Dream" sequence which grew unexpectedly in the afternoon yesterday.





Dreams On The Plain  -  07 May 13


Fertile plains
On which seeds of dream
Are sown
Watered by the imagination
And warmed by the flame
Of Love

Full flowered dream
Gathered by those
Who care and wish to share …
We take a single blossom to
Breathe the fragrant
Night thoughts

We grasp the stem
Kiss the petals together and
Our lips meet
The fire of our Love
Spreads from the dream of night
Into the dreams of day

I felt that there were more to come in this series ~ didn't realise that something would come as soon as this ~ thank you Muse.

Midnight

During most of the evening [of 17 Sep] the word "Midnight" had been wandering around in my mind but I could not find anything with which to associate it.  At about 02:00, however, this poem started to grow, almost fully formed and with a couple of really minor alterations is what you see here.




Midnight  -  18 Sep 12


Midnight
A whispered prayer
Gossamer thoughts
Fragrant ideas born
Of things in shadowed memories

Shadowed memories of
Midnight
Ideas held suspended
In places
Where light seldom goes

Light plays
In fevered memories
Midnight
Times when old thoughts
Seldom play

Play the games
From when we were young
And dreamt that
Midnight
Was somewhere we could go

Somewhere in our thoughts
A secret place
We always held hands
And held the thoughts of
Midnight





I rather like the way that the word "Midnight" wanders through the poem and that the first line of each stanza contains an echo of the last line of the preceding one.