He Said…. Trust the Dreams

Hello all...I have always been fascinated by the writings of Kahil Gibran.... but this time the words took me in a whole other direction....

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Kahil Gibran

He Said…. Trust the Dreams

trust the dreams…he said -
but my dreams seem so unreachable, simple tho they be
tainted with nightmare shades that threaten to follow me to end-of-days
trust the dreams, he said, in them is the hidden gate to eternity….


The hidden gate to eternity lies in an unknown zone
shrouded behind doubt and pain… and shadows
that lurk in memories murk
haunting the peripheries of summer dreams
unravelling plans & day-dream-schemes
and seemingly always beyond hearts reach
eternity lies with white bones bleached
and forever hidden behind a gate
that will not open for me….

trust the dreams…he said -
- but I say NO!
trust this day & ones that follow
trust the ones that went before…
… don’t waste time with hidden dreams
and images that ring hollow…
live life now while it’s yours to live
learn the lessons that living gives
love with an open heart
… forgive with an open soul
don’t wait for hidden gates to unlock
for tomorrow the bells may toll…

…and what then –
- will the tolling of bells
reveal eternity’s gate…?
or will you wake to the realization
that in the search for dreams & eternity
you left living too late…
trust the dreams…he said -
I say…. live life
and dreams will happen….
Sharonlee©
18/11/11

Epiphanies Fall like Tears

Written & Spoken by Sharonlee
 all photos by Sharonlee

Simple Blessings

Simple Blessings

sunlight played across my skin

in lacy layers

of warmth & light…

… a strange peacefulness

fell in hushed & muffled tones…

traffic midway from there to where

muted by wind whispers

through coconut fronds…

… the chatter of parrots

a tumultuous symphony…

no one stirred

or walked the scuffed paths –

- a simple blessing

caught as I was

in animations

of communal living…

a surreal unreality

infused the afternoon

as if all signs

of human interaction

had frozen in time…

…. granting me a moment

that was purely mine….

Sharonlee ©

2-Nov-11

Shades of Dreams & Destiny’s Design

Shades of Dreams & Destiny’s Design

I don’t know what my dreams are anymore

trampled by so many on life’s dusty floor;

visions once danced in my heart

pastel-hued transparencies

of what may be

rippled

rippled

rippled

on the mirror of my soul

liquid hopes that flowed

like mercurial waters

kiss bare ankles….

… but rose no further;

reverberations

echoed

across the surrealistic canvas

of my dreams

destiny dyed rainbow-shades into one….

shadows cast images into a dark intermission

even time abandoned me

to reruns that never end;

jasmine scented breezes

died in silent sighs

stale incense

spreads

over smoky dreams

now dancing in dust-motes

with faded crystal shards…..

I don’t know what my dreams are anymore

trampled by so many on life’s dusty floor;

sharonlee©

Momentary Pause

Momentary Pause

Walking on the beach

in Northern Queensland

my footprints the only ones

to mar the endless sand

the gentle ebb and flow

of the morning swell

rose and fell... rose and fell

in a soothing rhyme

that momentarily

paused

the passage of time...

sharonlee©

Encounter 1979

Encounter 1979

midnight in Melbourne

the gritty city

a slow-motion

novel

unfolding around her…

no one knows her name

lost … anonymous

she's not involved

 in the city’s game

content to walk

a dark slant of rain

unnoticed

by the novel’s

characters…

stopped by no one

 she owns no fame …

in silence

she see 's things

hidden by night

back streets that are softened

in the absence of light

puddles reflecting

 her eyes tear bright …

her head is hooded

 for her rain-sodden flight …

one by one

 she paced each city street

lost in a grey maze

 she simply followed her feet

not pausing to wonder… rest …eat

not stopping at all

she had no- where to sleep

her feet kept on moving

but found

 no way out …

she thought dawn felt like

a distant and far off

promise  of day

a water logged sun

misty and grey

as weariness

and an unguarded step

 landed her

 in a heap

at some stranger’s  feet …

you poor wet fish

 the woman said

with a tired smile

you had better come home with me…

with exhaustion she followed

feeling like a wild creature

brought in from the rain

not knowing

how she got there

not feeling quite sane…

poor wet fish , the woman chuckled

humming a sweet tune with a folksy air

life's not always fair

 it’s your life young one

but it’s not always fair…

they feasted on soup in hot mugs

the woman let her sleep

until three

late afternoon found them

rising with shadows

silver fog misting in with the rain

the woman danced

 in rainbow socks

listening to Cat Stevens again

they snacked on bread and cheese

the woman told her

 she could stay if she pleased …

the offer kindly and wistfully  declined

I can't stay…

… I’m running out of time

the young woman shrugged at

the isolation of the girl

don't get lost, little fish

in this rough and tumble world

now come ,

I'll take you as far as I can go

for where you are heading

only you know

they parted… with a hug

out- skirts of the city,

a back drop of buildings

wet and gritty,

the young woman smiled

at innocent girl

 this is my home

go now child

while you’re still free to roam…

one wet night

in Melbourne

the gritty city

a slow-motion panorama

where no one knew

 her name

she was touched

 by a gift

 of friendship

and began to understand

the game;

sharonlee©

This World Is Not My Friend

This World Is Not My Friend

I feel an aching loneliness in my soul tonight

…a sense of hovering anxiety

has risen with the pale moon’s light…

premonition lay a heavy hand on my heart

portents of foreboding  that have no end

crippled emotions… bruised and scarred

I felt alone in world that was not my friend…

I sat and watched the rain, thoughts flooding me

drowning me… drowning me…but not washing away

the hollow emptiness I felt this day…

an aching numbness seeped into my bones

…I don’t think I’ve ever felt this alone…

alone in realization….a silent epiphany

that this is a flawed existence

a cruel hoax – destiny….

…you may not understand me

my thoughts may be foreign to you

but tonight I felt portents of foreboding

 that have no end

and realized… this world… is not my friend;

sharonlee©

21/3/2011 9:04 PM

I Wonder…is This Goodbye?

I Wonder…is This Goodbye?

I wonder…is this goodbye?

…a severed silence

no smiling whispers…

…no teasing proclamations

of love…

…no sorry

I can’t do this any more…

a silence more profound

than midnight  meetings

…as wounding as confessions

of another love…

I wonder…is this goodbye

a silence and the echo

of my own  hearts sigh…

..the chapter finished

with a muffled turning of the page

…no wise platitudes

borrowed from the mind of a sage

Confucius say – pain will fade

with age…

is this goodbye

I hear in words unspoken

confusion wrestles

with conflicts of emotion…

my heart remembers secrets

whispered  to my soul

was every whisper an untruth told…

…behind my eyes loneliness takes hold…

sharonlee©

2-Apr-11