Soft Hands

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The Lovliest dream. 

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Soft Hands       -       06 Jul 22

Soft hands touch me

Lift me 

Take me back 

Into the dream 

Which lives 

In the morning 

When others have faded 

And you take me 

To be with you 

In the dream 

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I really like this kind of dream. 

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Passions

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I Love this kind of heat. 

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Passions        -        15 Jun 22

In the warm morning light 

Lead me through the flame 

Of passions heat 

And ignite me 

Ignite me again 

Please 

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All because of the one special person. 

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Four O'Clock

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The time may vary but the feel remains the same. 

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Four O'Clock        -        28 May 22

Four o'clock in the morning

The birds are starting 

To call the sun into the sky

To light the world again 

Morning mists gathered 

In the valleys will fade soon 

Making way for the day 

Dawn breaking 

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Dawn is a beautiful time. 

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Tears

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Sometimes. 

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Tears        -        15 Apr 22

Morning weeps gentle tears

For the passing of night 

Wet dawn sun dries the sky

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A little poem today.

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Fickle Sunshine

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The sun is not always visible. 

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Fickle Sunshine        -       05 Feb 22

In the fickle sunshine 

Of a late morning 

I walked slowly 

Slowly 

To see the sea 

Dance 

To amuse me

And change my mood 

She had a hard task 

My Lover was not with me

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The sunshine does not always help. 

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After [Acrostic]

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Playing with words is so much fun. 

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After [Acrostic]       -      24 Oct 20

All the morning moments 

Fade into a blur wrapping the world 

Tenderly into an endless dream 

Entangling all the strands 

Reality rewoven to something new 

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I am enjoying myself. 

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Open World

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One of those nights when the dreams are dark too. 

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Open World      -     02 Oct 20 

I have been there 

On a dark night 

In sunless dreams 

Held in the morning 

Of an open world 

Still bound by the darkness 

Of the night 

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The world is a fantasy. 

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Welcome

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Not a time I see too often but I am aware of it. 

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Welcome     -     14 Jul 20 

Morning shatters the night 

Light grows in intensity 

To welcome the day

Dance on into the world 

Take your song with you 

Scatter the stars in your wake 

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New days, no matter when they are experienced, are always welcome. 

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Remembering

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Being aware of all the echoes. 

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Remembering    -   26 Nov 19

Times to come future memories 

In the dusk remembering 

Five candles lit in the morning 

Hold the light from the night 

Given freely to the day 

The future memories of the dawn 

Echo through the mind 

Waking waking 

The unwritten to scatter them 

Stars in an imagined world dream 

Waiting waiting 

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The memories are arriving. 

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Acapella [Acrostic]

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A challenge but ultimately satisfying.

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Acapella [Acrostic]    -   04 Apr 19

Antiphonal phrases
Cadence voiced in an ancient tongue
Against a backdrop of whispers
Played in the mummers songs
Elemental essence electrifying
Latent dreams awakening
Leaving tired dreamers lying
Alone in the morning myst

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Quite satisfying.

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Have You Seen

A way of seeing things a little differently.





Have You Seen  -  08 May 18

Morning opens

With little ceremony

Silent fanfare echoes

Across the hills

Have you seen the tears

Of dawn glittering

On the blades of grass

Just look.

In Light Of The Sun

Observations and thoughts.





In Light Of The Sun  -  27 Jan 17

Morning fingers of light

Draw around the clouds

Shape the world

In the sun

The shape of the light

Fits in fantasy forms

A key to open the day

The drawings continue all day long.

Afternoon With You

Time spent with YOU.





Afternoon With You  -  10 Jan 17

After a long and beautiful morning

Time stretched and melded

Into a glorious afternoon

Made even more special

By your lovely presence

Sharing our days

Every moment

Becomes paradise

Always with YOU.

Unconditional [Acrostic]

An acrostic today, it was not planned but this is rather fitting for a Yule poem.






Unconditional [Acrostic]  03 Dec 16

Universal special thoughts

Now flowing

Curving back

On itself to become

New again in the morning

Dream echoes

In the daylight

Twilight follows soon

Imagination flows

Opening doors in the mind

Natural way to see

All inward

Love

Happy Yule or whatever Winter Solstice type event you celebrate.

Sisters In The Sky

An observation.





Sisters In The Sky  -  23 Nov 16

Morning star

Shines bright to call

The sun

Into the day

Evening star

Welcomes the night

With the departure

Of the day

Two sisters

Shine as one

Carrying Love to all

Who see them

Or should it be called an observatory?

Love Light

Birthed, as usual, during the night and I felt the images call me.





Love Light  -  30 Jan 14

In the morning
Night fragments
Before the sun
Dreams live on
Wrapped in us
We keep them growing
Your eyes
Meet mine
In the sunlight
Love continues to grow
In the fullness
Of our light





Maybe they will call to you too.

Possibilities

Another limite surréaliste ~ or is it something more?





Possibilities  -  28 Jul 13

Endless dreams
Open doorways
On an empty
Rain-washed path
Through tree-lined
Desert sands
Fire in the clouds
Morning darkness
Mourning sickness
Can we remember
Tomorrow before it comes
Or do we have to wait
For yesterday
To catch up
With today

Fairytales Into Morning

The title slid out my memory and asked to have some words added, so here they are.  'Tis a short little piece but I am quite pleased with it.





Fairytales Into Morning  -  08 Jun 13

Fairytales
Reading the words
Realising
That they are happening
All around now
Dawn is painting
The sky for us
Taking us into morning
And beyond

Fairly clearly Muse had a hand in the re-surfacing of this title.

Journey Into Day

I find it fascinating, when Muse taps me on the shoulder and indicates that I should write something, the end result is - I feel - rather special.





Journey Into Day - 23 Dec 11

I’d come so far
Before I saw you
Before I knew
Who I was
Who you were

The long dark morning
Born out of dark night
Left the spirits watching
Keeping guard
In the empty places
Where the echoes
Of me
Still live

Reaching out
With unguided hand
Seeing
With sightless eyes
Waiting for the Sun

Touched by the Sun
Your light held me
As the harbour lights
Faded
I watched you
Held you
Dreamed you into me
…Dreamed

Come so far
Then I saw you
Finally I knew
Who I was
Who you were





Another of the poems birthed in the very early hours of the day - thanks for the prompt my Muse.