WalkinginDreamlight

born I am from a clan where all eyes are hypnotic blue ready I am my armour shaped in close bond with my skin like a fond remembered kiss desired I am from both men and women alike they all want my heart true I am to honour and pledge my heart can only belong to you in this life

my arms are feeling tired but my will knows no pain cold clay drips from my hands it started upon my head then neck and shoulders down arms then elbows it was cold then clammy now it's hard cracked grey, I have become like all of the others that are around me in this silent basement candle light is fluttering from a breeze visiting through cracks in concrete upstairs a floorboard creaks then stairs leading to me such a rhythmic sound they make and then breathing can be heard followed by a grunt and curse a slipped stumble down the last two steps to ground then a shadow rises upwards lit by light from above when it turns around to meet the fading light of flame its eyes widen suddenly only then do we speak with no more fear no more pain no more tears no more running away "We are Grey..."

when it's not enough to just stand here and try hard as I might the elastic is tight it wanted to remain undefined ...I think... even perhaps unknown anyway it was difficult to thread between two little holes by small fingers either end of a paper mask that I'd spent the whole day decorating there were interlocked triangles and sickle moon shapes some where yellow some were orange one or two were even blue those had glitter-glue sprinkled on them I have to be quick now it's nearly time outside my bedroom window the sky was a turning an opalescent rose-gold my radio always tuned to the news now had been saying every day for weeks it was something to do with a globe warming not too sure what that is or why a globe even needs to be warm the globes in my room were always cool to the touch Ah! now I've got you! a little snap and pull was all it took now the elastic is where it needs to be the paper mask is complete and just in time to for me to see an ending and a new

that eve we once knew so well as children we waited with an anticipation that we didn't know how to spell growing up as our knowledge grew about the world around us each foot step takes you away from a once known truth as adults we spend this eve with memories of long past times and brightly lit trees wrapped presents favourite carols heard on the radio which we sing along too sometimes when we check to see that no one else is listening a smile grows inside like a hearth fire warm and glowing remembering that the past can be also the present perhaps the future and all of the moments in between but also look inside you at that door with its crack the light escaping from that gap is welcoming you back into the past reds and greens yellows and blues white and gold with both static and twinkling lights they call out to you from the place where our heart belongs at this wonderful time of year I hope that you can hear it perhaps even feel it calling to you a known truth that

always together were the words between a dream and waking upon many times that sometimes seem to disappear into fading bliss with fractures that became splits that became wider then wider again where even distance couldn't tell us the reason why and it too began to fall apart into a background of falling snow lazily the flakes spun and twirled in an elaborate dance by stirring air that remained unseen as the sun set in muted fire then the dark embrace was all around until the moon from behind still trees rose to light this clearing whereupon I sit on a log a blanket beneath me one leg crossed over the other and on my knee a sketch pad its page somewhat empty whilst charcoal rested in my hand my gaze captured by the tree in front of me where tinsel adorned its branches as coloured lights flickered hypnotically in a silence not even broken by falling snow it's okay to become lost in any kind of meaning when sometimes the quiet is all that we need to see that which we cannot

why do I cry those tears so freely? do they even begin to make the pain I feel go away so easily when all around me wrapped up in enrapt worlds are people who walk on by their minds in far away places eyes too mesmerised by screens that glow am I the only one that still remembers this world the one that surrounds us it gifts us leaves upon breeze sun dappled swaying trees scents of flowers called to life by warm wind !...look...! there goes another one a buttercup crushed under automated foot the mind behind completely unaware that yellow petals are now smeared across rippling grass just another death gone unnoticed except by me that could have been avoided by that mind if it chose to care and awaken its mesmerised eyes that loved a glowing screen more than life itself

should I be afraid that my hands are now made of stars when just last night they were like yours are now imagine waking up to small iridescent trails drifting slowly upwards right before my wide open eyes they looked just like this: O..O I was quite surprised to be sure! now having the morning spent here looking they are really quite nice you know appearing are little flickering lights deep inside that ignite like fireworks just when I smile so who knows what tomorrow may bring I could choose to be afraid or accept this new feeling I do know that I now feel a tingling deep within my nose ...hmmm... and right across my face...

this being a rigidity of life consumes us the most an awakening of the dream state from a freedom without the need for words our eyes open and begins the day anew breakfast perhaps travel a yawn on the way to work away ticks the clock with sound or even silence moving in a parallel line alongside us though often found necessary it seems to make ends meet sometimes sometimes we are even lucky when during a part of our day we can stand in the right place at exactly the right time to feel the sun bless warmth upon nape of neck like the breath of a soft kiss encouraging eyes to close once again to feel the mind set free and dream again like we do when we sleep we let go of the safety bar that surrounds us only then we are truly free

to ascend through clouds do tall stem's grow towards the dream of sunlight against a backdrop of stars I sit and watch upon a drifting cloud floating whilst my heart filled with joy reaches ever higher wanting yearning to touch the light that calls to flowers with yellow petals

hey! it's me again :) do you remember me from days long ago where I was first introduced with words in a poem: back then it was a difficult time for me I was bullied you see not a nice place to be for anybody hmm... so long ago that was someone must have heard about what happened to me as more poems appeared with something of a history about me and another friend we did get to meet though it took awhile to find the right kind of desert beneath the branches of a silent tree with strange fruit that flapped in wind not at all what you'd usually find in a tree the author seems to be unknown you see I'm having abit of trouble finding an unknown author after many years of looking the only clue to the history of words that I've found is this with something of a description below like breadcrumbs that once followed leads to many paths but not the one I seek does anyone know who this dreamlight is is it a person? a place? state of being? a living dream? oh, I so want to