Dreamers

  • Tomorrow’s Rose

    How delicate it is, the garden of eternity. Interwoven; the past, present, future of our sleepy meadow, dear. One cannot possibly know how or what the wind of today will drift to the valley of tomorrow. One can only hope… Continue reading

  • We Are The Poets

    We are the poets. The ones who listen to the bones of the earth. The ones who feel the wind, who know the wind, who are the wind. The bridge to the aching quiet. We build it and we travel… Continue reading

  • Some Days

    Some days, even the days that are kind, (and quite lovely) feel a deeper shade of aching life. And you’ll never know why, (at least, I never do) but you might hope (like me) that one day the ache will… Continue reading

  • Little Light

    What colour shall I paint my sky? Soft-pink and grey: clouds of spun sugar, sweet dreams that drift me to life? Bring me a cool breath of clarity. Bring me a little light, and I will shine it, wherever I… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 28. Darling Dreamers

    In the arms of the rippling blue night, the darling dreamers sing to the Gypsy song of yesterday. And with a gaze: tomorrow? And with a kiss: yes. Continue reading

  • Rainbow

    Is this a rainbow I see reaching through the collective heart of the dreamers? Wide eyes open, lovely dreamers. You were made to shine the most beautiful lights on the world. Continue reading