The Dreamers …

Do you see them passing, do you hear the ringing of quiet bells?
Do you see their robes aflutter in a non-existent wind?

Do not seek to stop them, do not meet their eyes, bow your head and let them pass.  They are the dreamers, the wanderers, they have no place in time or space.  They will steal your heart and wound your soul, you will see visions in their gazing, and you will follow them.

Through eternity they will lead you, through heaven and hell, until you will know no rest in any place in any world of mortal men, and other folk will call you mad.

Just one look from their far-seeing eyes and you will be forever lost, forever restless in the cold light of enlightened day.  No more content to stand and watch the homefire, no more to see the world the same.

I have known them, I have followed them, the pain and the joys of them.  I am consumed in the fires of their vision, and I will never know peace again.

Watch now at their passing and I will name them.  Name them so you know them, and know the fate you tempt.

There is Science, and there is Knowledge,
Bold Adventure and brave Fantasy;
There is Foresight, and Invention,
And the oldest mad Mythology.

But at their head their leader, their guide, their inspiration.  Do not meet his gaze, for he is the most powerful of all.  Do not seek his favours, do not ask his business, for his name is Imagination, and he will change you forever if you allow.

Go back to the gods of Ignorance, the safe world unchanged.  Do not heed the Dreamers or listen to their bells.

Untouched you will be content forever.

There – hear your mother calling.  The fire is warm beneath your supper, the pillow waiting for your head.  No dreams will trouble you.  You know how the flow of your life will lead you.  From your cradle to your grave it is mapped out.  It offers you no changes.

But do you see them passing ..?

We danced …

A short song/poem, inspired this morning by a request for ‘a love song, in which the person loved is referred to in the third person, using gender-neutral pronouns.’

We danced …

We danced.  Eyes agleam and hearts on fire,

Our fingers touched, their smile grew wider,

I leaned in close

Our kiss was laughter.

I fell in love

The day we danced.

 

We met that morning, a casual glance

They asked me shyly

‘Shall we dance?’

And in that moment, time suspended,

My life was changed, my sorrow ended –

Just because they asked me,

And we danced.

 

We danced.  Sharing the music, hope grew higher,

Our bodies touched, their heart beat faster,

I leaned in close

Our kiss was ecstasy.

I fell in love

We fell in love

The day we danced.

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Winter is come

The world outside:

Spray painted white.

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A shimmer laid with a casual hand

Over the outline of the land.

There, the scattered icing lies

Across the fields,

Bright with reflected skies.

Cloaking the webs that drape and hang

Early decorations spun, from leaf to land.

The morning crisp

With decorative air,

Winter is come, and all the world is fair.dsc_0045

Quo Vadis?

How do you know you travel if you never turn to see
The signposts and the milestones of each day?

What’s the point of any journey if it doesn’t make you free,
Free to choose your path, or free to turn away?

There’s a map in every memory
You only have to look,
Learn to read the key you’re offered by your soul;

Pick your route and destination,
Pack your heart and hitch a ride,
It’s the only way you’re sure to reach your goal.

You may ask “Where am I going?”
Never ask “Where have I been?”

In case you look too far and wish you’d stayed.

You may fear each new encounter,
But step by step we learn
That to conquor fear we must know we’re afraid.

If you stay so scared of living
How can you claim to be alive?
If you never start the journey,
Then you never will arrive.

Sometimes you gain companions and the travelling is light,
Until the time you know you’ll have to part.
Sometimes the road is narrow and you need to walk alone,
So each step becomes a weight within your heart.

But still the journey matters
Without it we are lost
And wander without sense of self regard.

To know your true direction
And the goal you have in mind
Makes the price you pay seem not so very hard.

You may ask “Where am I going?”
Never ask “Where have I been?”

In case you look too far and wish you’d stayed.

You may fear each new encounter,
But step by step we learn
That to conquer fear we must know we’re afraid.

If you stay so scared of living
How can you claim to be alive?
If you never start the journey,
Then you never will arrive.

If you never start the journey, then you never will arrive.

 

‘From the Album – The Road to Herculaneum,  Recorded by The Immortals.
Words and music by A. Morgan   Arrangement by C. Hartley.
Issued on the Olympus label’