Posted in Dreaming while awake

Happy Camper…

“The Wilderness holds answers to more questions than we have yet learned to ask.”
― Nancy Newhall

When the ground is speckled in lamplight
and the moon is at its height
I hear the stars chanting to the motion of the night.
and I go to secret places where no one can see,
I covet nature’s rhythm
among the evergreens.
I fly beyond the limits of time and space
into a gradual falling,
a covering of grace.
and the butterflies whisper
my dreams
on the banks
calling me back
to a time of giving thanks.
when I wandered into cafes quaffing ready brews,
knowing the light was dancing
between me and you…
where, even the bullfrogs lulled me back to sleep
and the dew of the morning
would gloriously weep.

I dream of the sunlight sparkling among the reeds,
falling in love again,
doing just as I please.
I am that happy camper on the banks of paradise
the Time lords imagined me,
I’m be-loved in their sight!

So I wash my fears in the darkness
and call out to joy,
preparing a table
beyond the maddening noise,
though I taste the burning
of my hopes and dreams
I remember my baptism in incandescent streams…

And among the dusky shadows there’s a silent ache,
it’s the longing I hold onto
it keeps me awake…

image courtesy of PixaBay


I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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