Siren Blue (Dreams)

And here is Day 8 of my review with a poem of getting lost amongst the memories …

Made of sticks and stones

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I can’t remember what it is,
This ocean of memory
In which I’ve got lost.
A natural phenomena,
Drifting, flying, falling, dying.
I’m a stranger in this kingdom
So far from home.

I can’t see a solution,
A way out
Of this maze of confusion.
This song of the stratosphere:
Drowning, crying, calling, dying.
Dream keeper of this kingdom
I can’t call home.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Wish Upon

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Sky searching, scanning the horizons of night
For a glowing ember of yesterday
To pin my hopes upon.
While the darkness is wrapped about me
Like a blanket, for the unbroken hours until the dawn.

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Mingle

Your arm is draped across my shoulder
While my arm is wrapped about your waist.
I can feel you smiling, as you look across to the sea
And you’re smiling at the ocean, that something so wonderful could be.

Your hand is clasped within mine
As we make our way barefoot across the sand
And seabirds dance above us in the utter blue of the sky,
While the sunbeams embrace the deep and ever-changing waves.

We halt motionless between sea and sky and dunes
And listen to the music, this tune composed by nature for us alone.
We stand and watch the tide encroach
Upon the beach, see it caressed by the gentle loving foam.
 
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Rain

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Rain is dreams,

Dreams are light,

Light is goodness

And Goodness

Is drops of rain.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published: 29 August 2014

Helter Skelter

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A sudden moment,
This restless heart twists
Blown by emotion.
We begin again

This lover’s leap,
Over and over
This restless sleep.
I dream of you again.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Shapes in the Trees

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All just faces amongst the trees.
These illusions we don’t want to believe.
The madness and violence of dreams –
Insomniac visions, streetlight projection on walls,
Winter winds stirring the childhood bogeyman to life again.
Night flights, fever and tears, evils that breed in my mind.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Siren Blue (Dreams)

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I can’t remember what it is,
This ocean of memory
In which I’ve got lost.
A natural phenomena,
Drifting, flying, falling, dying.
I’m a stranger in this kingdom
So far from home.

I can’t see a solution,
A way out
Of this maze of confusion.
This song of the stratosphere:
Drowning, crying, calling, dying.
Dream keeper of this kingdom
I can’t call home.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Hypnosis

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The shadow of the trees is now behind you
And you see the shimmering waters clearly
For the first time.
But you know this is a dream
Within a dream. For she is there again,
Out there on the azure blue,
A sailboat under her command.
Crewmen scurry on the golden ship,
Hither and thither as she demands.
Like Cleopatra she stands serene
With chaos all around. Beatified,
Bejewelled, Queen of this moment – but a dream,
No more. Just a phantom that will disappear
When day breaks and you dream no more.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Out of Body

Day 25 of the review and a poem about dreams and eternity…

Made of sticks and stones

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I lay on the grass
Looking up at the night sky.
Cut adrift
From earthly worries and concerns
On this summer night.
Time
Has no meaning,
My body
Has no substance,
Only feeling.

Drugged by the moment,
The beating heart of the earth
Pressed up close, embracing me.
Like a lover,
While an arch, a canopy of stars
Offers a window,
A glimpse,
Into eternity.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Weary

Day 5 of my annual review, and another piece about age…

Made of sticks and stones

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The man put down his newspaper.
His eyes were not what they once had been,
They had seen too much
Of war and hate, and change.
So he closed his eyes to shut out the dark
And slept right there in his old armchair for a while.
He dreamed of when he was younger;
He dreamt of all of his firsts,
First kiss, first dance, first nights.
Always the first and never the last,
For in his dreams
He wasn’t chained within a body that creaked.
His world was not bound by those four familiar walls
And the good times would come back and greet him.
Because in his life there had been many good times;
There had been joy, he’d known love, he’d known laughter.
For the lights of his memory might dim
But they’d never go out.

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