Beautiful Dreamer

There is an undue amount of pressure
placed on the heart spoken
in terms of the adage
"Life is too short."
Impulse, reactionary and fortuitous responses,
negating patience.
I can't seem to get around it.
Try to rest in the sedentary alliances
to stay in that frame of thought
center my articulations and pad the emotions
convincing myself how true
to all that is eternally important
it is for me to live in the "Now", the "Know".
But my thoughts wander from this...this,"Today."
I think ahead and drift to a longing of...more.
Even perhaps a bit selfishly..more... for just me.
Oh, I suppose "Weary" has caught up with me.
Perhaps, "Alone" is taking up too much of the "Space"
that is created when "Quiet" relinquishes.

SadieLu/2011

And then,the soul is silently lolled into a long sleep,
a sleep in which it begins its eternal flight into the dream deep.
and who knows where its course will issue and if its pilory,what will be his cross.
and if peered,what will be his goal.
and men!thats just all we are.we are naked,all we wear is pride.
why not dream,dreamer cos your flight is forever and ere u'll visit never again.dream on,the enders cant wait to have a feel of you before u go back to dust,beautful dreamer
dream on this all u av

Kind
kind these tendrils that curl
wafting in ethereal swirl
dusk has lighted behind the sigh
in panorama the breadth of try
All is but a quickening thread
knotted keeping life in dread
ah but once to dream and leap
Stills the midnight, for stars will keep.

SL2011

Dreamer,,,,into your nest of tattered remnants fly. Seek out those missed tokens of life, discarded years before your awakened disillusion of self-pity bred. Find that light at darkness end, for its your souls thirst to depend. Seek not for more but condescending
unimportance of doubtless blame to explore. Never to have that deeper sleep, just a stay of aquital, for all that is not.
Dream on dreamer of what can be, here,there, inside you and me.

ahhhhhh,lol,,Nice write Sadie,,,,over-look mine,,,wink,,

That is where it always starts
a stem from once a broken heart
where crimson petals fell upon
awakening a deepened dawn
Not so that should be so ignored
overlooked that draws toward
comfort glows and reaches in
rose is painted hues of friend.

shattered nerves lay still in the breaking of ones glass windows,
allowing another to enter through casted light beams to the floor.
Embracing, encouraging, enlightening every molecule to breathe strength...Never touching, or seeing,,just that in which holds them firm and secure......

You cannot break that
which has moved to shards already.
Relinquish breathes in the prisms
reflected in mirrors
reason has no touch
vision knows only the vast's embrace
linear as defined by vermilion fading to
what is seen in azure.

Thank you for reading.