Only Dreaming

She is the one haunting
            and the haunted
            the chalice and the wine,
            the lover
            and the beloved,
            the singer and the song
Because he comes to her
                only in dreams
                she feels their roles merge,
                separate, merge again,
                their energy moves, mingles,
                passes away
A spiral downward into an abyss,
                a deep cavern
                echoing with the sounds
                of joy

"ellecee"

Reposted for

Prompt Nights – In dreams we enter a world that’s entirely our own – [23]

Oblivious

Bluegrass

In this world of illusion

I tread lightly

leaving no footprints

no scent to be picked up

by marauding packs of

coniferous beasts

hungry for conquest

I lie down in tall, sweet

smelling, blue grass and listen

to the sound of the wind

as it moves over my hiding place

touching me gently

like a mother's kiss on

her child's cheek

I lie quietly feeling the

earth beneath me breathing

with an ancient rhythm

a subtle sweet massage

constant and penetrating

I feel safe

protected

oblivious

Ellecee

Reposted for

Prompt Nights - On Popular Demand - The Hidden Realm

Surprise

I am surprised by

the signs of aging

Looking at my hands

I see those of others

who are dead or gone

The signs of withering

the texture of old parchment

no amount of moisture cream

can take away

"ellecee"

Hate

The knives are sharp

and sometimes cut deep

making angry wounds that

heal as ruts in the road

of lives sometimes pieced

together with scotch tape

and hope springs eternal

again and again

as each day dawns

and possibilities abound

for changes to be made

inroads into learning

that although spirit is infinite

the planet

and its relationships

are not

"ellecee"

For Prompt Nights - Hate's a parasite that rots the Soul

Frenetic Two

Oh frenetic two

where are you?

Flown away out

into the wilderness

of blue

T'would be such

a rich sorrow

in some distant

tomorrow

to hang once again

on such

a sweet rack

of pain.

"ellecee"

Reposted from 2013

for

Prompt Nights – Passion makes the world go round –