WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

Once, we knew so very romantically,
How our hearts softened in a moment.
That glance across a crowded room,
Tore passionatley to the marrow.

Chilled with surprise, yet alive again,
Our hopes thrashed wickedly, cunningly,
Falling like stones in love.

How I longed to feel safe again,
your loving arms carressing me,
And your smile melting Steel.

A rhythm swaying, effortlessly we dance,
The way only lovers can know.
Even before we spoke, I knew you well,
And had tasted those sweet lips.

Between the place and a hard rock,
We remembered our other pasts,
Where even the future still waits,
That we would replay our lives.

In you, dear love, I knew,
A return to grace would be brief,
That this lifetime still wept,
As I stole down to Hades,
That I could find eternal joy.

Here you had already gone,
Hoping for my rescuing suplications,
That have yet to be heard.

And then in the dark we groped,
For an eternity before we realised,
We were already saved, complete.

Crazy monsters lurked devilishly,
Creating lasting impressions on you,
And I wept hateful tears in woe....
But they would not leave you be.

A time arrived and we parted,
As if on cue, of some sick pantomime.
An Oscar performance you play,
But you're not fooling anyone, not me.

Unabashed and without regrets,
I live now in a void of your light,
Waiting still, yearning to behold again,
Your tender embrace and kind eyes.

That upon me would look favourably,
As that very first, blessed time,
Responding to impulses to be loved,
And share with you eternity.....

BALANCE

Balance is the way,
Conflict the illusion.
Believe that balance exists somewhere,
And align with it.
Making any decision from a point of,
Imbalace,
Will lead to further requirements for,
Adjustments too.

Knowing this, you should await making decisions,
From an uncentered place,
And simply wait for balance to return.
Making decisions from a point of balance,
Leads to balanced decisions.


Almost sounds too easy to be useful,
But the simplest truths are often the most,
Profound....







This is dedicated from an old friend. x B x

I AM


I am an Eagle,
Who soars high above the desert plains,
And the sand beneath him too.
I am the wind and the rain,
The road and the Pilgrim,
The stars and the heavens so vast.

I am me and I am you.


I am the golden fish,
And the Heron that feasts,
The dry river bed,
And the acid rain falling in the tempest.
I am the feather,
Floating gently on a breeze,
And I am a smile flashed,
Sending you to your knees.

You are me and I am you.


I am the snow so white,
And the tearful sobs of a condemned soul,
Also the satin sheets,
So smooth against your perfect warm skin.
I am a law of nature,
And an act of God,
Letting the hungry cry, and the honest be,
Without judgement at all.

I am you and you are me.


I am the Rose,
And the nose that does recall a scent,
Of a passionate embrace,
Between the lovers who then dance around.
I am a soldier,
In a battle for a life,
Being dearly missed,
And the bullet,
That will end one too.

For you are me and I am you.


I am hope declaring,
That mankind will see a peaceful way,
And the food to eat,
In celebration of this timely event.
I am the contented,
And the chair upon which they rest,
The fibres and the colour of all things.

You are me and I am me.


I am happy being,
That which is all,
And that which is not all, together,
A contrast of egos,
And a combining of will.
I am surrender,
To the way of compassion,
And the will to deliver its message,
In the sound of action.

For you are you and I am you.


I am the door,
And the closing of it tight,
When the warmth has gone outside,
And the night time draws in coolness.
I am an ocean,
And the ship,
The deck upon we slip,
And the friend who lends a hand.

As I am you and you are me.


I am a ghost,
And the solid matter too,
A heavy burden left,
And the horse that takes your strain.
I am forever,
And a minute that has fled quickly passed,
In fact I am no-one,
Who ever passed this way,
And everyone who died alone.

A secret I'll share now,
To let this be complete.

We are you and we are me.









A tribute to Neale Donald Walsch.