Monday, November 30, 2009

the illustrated book...















dreams
are illustrations
from the book
your soul is writing
about you

Sunday, November 29, 2009

the creations...



Our dreams are firsthand creations,
rather than residues of waking life.

Monday, November 23, 2009

the lover's dream...

 






do i love you
because you're beautiful
or are you beautiful
because i love you?
am i making believe
i see in you
a woman too perfect
to be really true?
do i want you
because you're wonderful
or are you wonderful
because i want you?
are you the sweet invention
of a lover's dream
or are you really as
beautiful as you seem?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

the dreams of cinema...





















Talking about dreams
is like talking about movies,
since the cinema uses
the language of dreams;
years can pass in a second
and you can hop
from one place to another.
It’s a language made of image.
And in the real cinema,
every object and
every light means something,
as in a dream.

Friday, November 20, 2009

the bird...



Hold
fast
to
dreams, 
for
if 
dreams
die, 
life
is a 
broken
winged
bird 
that
cannot
fly.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

the boundary...






























Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off waking toils,
They do divide

our
being...

Monday, November 16, 2009

echo...

























Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the sparkling silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

the identity...






























there is a moment upon just 
waking up from a dream 
when you experience 
a startling shift in perspective
in that moment you realize that 
the life you were most recently leading - 
the life in your dream
was merely a product of your imagination
in this transition period your return 
to the waking world often seems 
like the termination of an illusion...
awakening from a lucid dream 
can be just as startling...
because the conscious realization
that you are dreaming does not 
dilute the power of your 
dream identity at all.

Friday, November 13, 2009

the awakening...



She entered the story knowing 
she would emerge from it 
feeling she had been 
immersed in the lives of others, 
in plots that stretched back twenty years, 
her body full of sentences and moments
as if awakening from sleep 
with a heaviness caused by 
unremembered dreams.

the illusion...


What is life
A madness. 
What is life? 
An illusion
a shadow
a story
And the 
greatest good 
is little enough
for all 
life is a dream
and dreams themselves 
are only dreams.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

of webs and walls...



talking
talking
spinning 
a web of words
pale walls of dreams
between myself
and 
all
i
see

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

this bag of dreams...



Take
if you must, 
this little bag of dreams
Unloose the cord, 
and 
they will wrap you round.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

life is a sleep...



Our revels now are ended. 
These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, 

the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, 

the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. 

We are such stuff
As dreams
are made on; 

and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Friday, November 6, 2009

dreams of the sea...



i came here
to tell of the bells
that live in the sea
that dream of the sea
within the sea
thus
i live here

Thursday, November 5, 2009

the answers...



dreams are 
today's answers
to tomorrow's questions -

Monday, November 2, 2009

my home waits...in dreams...



What 
I want to do 
is travel 
deep and deeper 
into the dreamlands
to find that place 
that I know 
is waiting
for me here. 
My home.


true dreams live...



Dreams
are true 
while they last 
and
do we not 
live
in 
dreams?