Dreams

The Cloudland

While dreaming late one summer eve
Upon a dewy hill,
I thought a cloud swept close to me,
And stood a moment still.

Upon it's soft and yielding bulk,
I laid mysetl to rest,
And while it swept across the skies,
I slept in peace full blest.

My ears a trilling note then heard,
That stirred my dreaming heart,
The air still quivered from it's touch,
As flesh would from a dart.

Then up I rose and looked about,
To see what lay before,
And there beheld a misty horde,
That numbered several score.

I stepped in silence from the cloud,
And then I felt a thrill,
And while new glories I beheld,
I woke upon the hill.

Fairyland

A blue and limpid mirror, once
I found, while walking all alone.
'Twas set amidst the green of spring,
As if it were a precious gem,
And in the depths, I saw a flash,
A silver ray, a sudden gleam,
As far below a fish had gone,
From shadowed nook to shadowed nook,
And then from just above, I heard,
A cheery, festive little song,
A dweller of the realm, I saw.
He sang a welcome to my heart,
And did not seem to care that I
Was not a native of his land.

Lost dreams

The fleeting wisp of a dream
Slipped silent through my mind,
As I awoke, and then was gone.
How to trace that elusive thought,
Which seemed to hold some important word,
Some message from the inner self.
Too soon the door is closed,
And vain is the pursuit.
But when a dream is finally caught,
The message seems so pale, so trite.
Could all be so, or could it be,
The important messages silenced,
The lightest only permitted through,
An inner censor so unwilling,
To disturb the even tenor of our lives.

Sleep

I closed my eyes, so short a time,
And then my soul was swept away,
In drowsy langour, wamth and still,
The buzzing voices haunted me,
But mist-like soon, they faded all,
And slumber held my strength and will.

Awakening, I felt a chill,
But not of body quite, but soul,
It seemed the touch of alien hands,
That dragged me from my peaceful home,
Where I had been content to stay,
But now I lie on life's sad strands.

Lassitude

Drifting, drifting, cloud-soft dreams,
Idle heart and idle hands,
Mind quite free and body still,
Drifting onto fancy's strands,

All the fairy tale desires,
All the dreams of lonely hearts,
Blissfully depart, fulfilled,
Now fulfilled in all their parts.

Dream Palace

A palace I will build,
Of words and dreams alone
Untouched by any hand,
Unseen by any eye,
Seen alone by heart and mind,
A place of peace and joy sublime.

No stone or mortar structure,
The roof of streaming cloud
To let the sun shine in,
The walls of gossamer,
The floors of dream mist made,
Where only Psyche's feet may tread,
And no gross flesh intrude.

A music room there would be,
Invisible players, singers, too,
Sendig forth nearly silent
Melodies from life's beginning,
To enrich the spirit of today,
Ethereal melodies to delight
The heart of all who can hear.

No archers would stand upon.,
Ramparts invisible,  bur from,
Them would flow a sweet accord,
As a music sending peace,
Throughout all the world.
Such a palace would I build.







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