frozen dreams...

i carve myself

a dream of you

from frozen time

and steamy thoughts

a dream in which

the world is ours

and love need not

be slept away

in dreams...

In dreams begins responsibility.

hold onto your dreams...

do not lose hold

of your dreams...

for if you do, 

you may still exist

but you have 

ceased to live

echo...

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking 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 and love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full 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.

the rain falls...

Everytime you see a tree
or dream a cloud,
there is that in you of the tree
there is that in you of the cloud.

The saguaro dreams in drought and endures.
The cloud dreams our woe 
--sneezes, cries.
The rain falls.

the dreamer...

a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight -

and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before 

the rest of the world -

first a dream...

Nothing

happens

unless 

first

a

dream.

the icy night of my spirit...

“Yes, I now feel that it was then 

on that evening of sweet dreams- 

that the very first dawn of 

human love burst upon 

the icy night of my spirit. 

Since that period 

I have never seen 

nor heard your name 

without a shiver 

half of delight, 

half of anxiety.”

the bird...

Hold

fast

to

dreams, 

for

if 

dreams

die, 

life

is a 

broken

winged

bird 

that

cannot

fly.

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...

of webs and walls...

talking

talking

spinning 

a web of words, 

pale walls of dreams, 

between myself

and 

all

i

see

this bag of dreams...

Take, 

if you must, 

this little bag of dreams, 

Unloose the cord, 

and 

they will wrap you round.

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

true dreams live...

Dreams

are true 

while they last 
and

do we not 

live

in 

dreams?

a dream deferred...

What happens to a  

dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun.....
......Or does it

explode?

the secret spot...

"Within 

your heart, 

keep one still, 

secret spot 

where 

dreams 

may go."

tread softly on my dreams...

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly 

because 

you 

tread on my dreams.

dream land...

Where sunless rivers weep

Their waves into the deep,

She sleeps a charmed sleep:

Awake her not.

Led by a single star,

She came from very far

To seek where shadows are

Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,

She left the fields of corn,

For twilight cold and lorn

And water springs.

Through sleep, as through a veil,

She sees the sky look pale,

And hears the nightingale

That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest

Shed over brow and breast;

Her face is toward the west,

The purple land.

She cannot see the grain

Ripening on hill and plain;

She cannot feel the rain

Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore

Upon a mossy shore;

Rest, rest at the heart's core

Till time shall cease:

Sleep that no pain shall wake;

Night that no morn shall break

Till joy shall overtake

Her perfect peace.

bring me your dreams...

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.