Dreamcircle

 

Dreamcircle

 

A one day journey you take through the haze,

A seldom truth approaches through the daze.

A passing glimpse, a corner of your gaze,

Floats on by, leaves you in the maze.

 

Now is your sensibility bent,

How you wonder where reality went.

Tripping and falling through perceptions door:

This isn’t the where you are anymore.

 

Minded carpet rides through the twilight,

Sister Moon comes to speak of the night.

The singing stars make sure you get it right,

You are minutes yet into the flight.

 

What is your sensibility sent?

Is this where reality went?

Why is credibility so loosely clenched?

How is the Allthings that you sensed?

 

Mountain vision, morning dew,

What fruition, a wind that blew.

Indecision – nothing new,

Dream position, wisdoms pew.


The dream is over, the dance is done,

Breathe in the clover, you feel the sun.

Welcome back, another glazey day,

You may still find colors in the gray.

 

What has your sensibility spent?

Do you dream where reality went?

Would you rather yet dwell in twilight?

Or live here among us in the graylight?

 

Will you find the colors in the gray?

Call on them lest they fade away.

Find the colors lost in the gray,

Nor allow them to fade away.

 

Cliff Lake 5/4/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

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