Lay of a Dreams Derision 7-12-00

by Phil Laws   Jan 19, 2008


In this waking, all is shaking
Dew on flesh, a visions breaking
If it is now as was seen then
To be tripping the blue again
In undertow of foresights crash
The current of horizons clash
Through rhythmic rumble in it's flow
Seeming to beg the land to go
And as the waves concede in song
The rocks stand still and wet upon
The stones roughness tells where it's been
The water is renewals kin
It seems to blink when surface dry
In better sight for mundane eye
But when blinked into earthly sweat
Most pictures haven't taken yet
The unknown is the seed of awe
And guessing's not the seers flaw
But hoping that 'it mustn't be'
Though fear affects the things we see
Now if to ponder on that sight
Demanding vision in the night
One might not joy in truth that's there
Beyond the scene studied with care
Is intent to confuse one's self
Metaphors of mental unhealth
With all the flavors of regret
Consciousness hasn't tasted yet
In each emotional impasse
That self assurance must surpass
And learning's incense once put out
That intuition quaffs about
Yet still there's hope within a mind
That some progression it will find
No matter how obscure it seems
Talking to itself through our dreams
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It's body clawing through the air
The clouds, the trees, the shapes compare
The flight kept low in somber fear
The swollen sun, a floating tear
It's wistful light engorged in grace
Leaves all the scenery to race
And in this moment one must trust
A pallet spilled in wanderlust
With movement on a twilight, still
Emotions flood a mix and spill
The surreal thought of favored eye
Envisioned falling from the sky
The wistful white of barren screen
A heart in motions never seen
The snowflake drops, it's peril found
It's essence soaks into the ground
And when a pindrop shakes the land
Just who may be that forceful hand
Is one to weep, top stay in place
Or rage memory of the face
More solemn yet to purge it's own
Or forget light has ever shone
In ignoring beacons warning
To rock the boat one's adorning
Or in it's wake to float away
With wings to fly another day

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