Dreamshare

phishgodphishgod Posts: 133
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Dreamshare

We dream
our most
beautiful dreams.
We dreamshare,
and write
poems, write
our dreams.

Lives in
bodies, minds
dream, souls
combine, the
ethereal dark
dreamstate/reality,
the skin
passes, dreams
mix reality
with our
new shared
dream visions,
unrestrained.

Bright color
wheels—orange
pink, deep
green, mahogany,
wisp of
ivory, ambergris:
our dreams
merge color
with life.

In dreamshare
world, there
is inside,
and outside,
female/male
patterns submerged,
now merged.

We exchange
freely of
our dreams,
fluids, words
from our
shared experiences,
as we
share poems
and our
new beginnings,
our dreams.

We dream
Beauty into
reality, see
reality as
Beautiful, and
make our
Beautiful dreams
come true.

We dream
poems and
in our
dreamshare world
the poem
is dream,
Beautiful dream,
the poem
is Beauty.

Beauty which
we dreamshare!

--March 25, 2002
@pth
rockon,
phishgod
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Comments

  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    Originally posted by phishgod
    We dream
    Beauty into
    reality, see
    reality as
    Beautiful, and
    make our
    Beautiful dreams
    come true.

    --March 25, 2002
    @pth

    this morning you made my dream come true.
  • :) Beautifully uplifting! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • I think you could work "Dream" into it a few more times - It kind of ruined it for me - it's one of those things I get battered over the head with - show don't tell - there's a little too much telling here
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    when you say a thing
    sometimes the ears
    stop up and forget how
    to hear

    because the words
    all sound the same

    a dream is a dream
    is a dream of a dream
    and dreams are so
    easily swallowed up
    by sun, pillows, the smoke
    of your first cigarette.

    dream a thing, but don't
    speak it directly
    share with me in the
    silences

    of your eyes, the soul's language
    rushing forth, a poetry of being
    in new quietude and peals
    of ludicrous laughter~

    feel a thing, dance it out
    in fresh syllables, be
    a tease
    of meaning
    for tired eyes
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