Random Thoughts

Inside a Forgotten Dream


There was a time I used to dream. It was like taking that first breath from the dense waters of a lake, where you drifted, weightless until you could breathe no more. That breath was salvation, as were my dreams. Floating down the dark starlit stream, where water would whisper in my ear, and tell me of its secrets. I’d listen to its silent ode trying to memorize its song. I struggled to wrap my mind around the trickling tune when the wind touched my cheek as if to say, stop trying so hard, and breathe.


And my eyes would close in surrender to the rocking ripples as I was cradled to sleep. Wrapped in the water’s wide arms is where my dreams resided. I dove deep into their cores and let them take me wherever they pleased. For it was there under the sleeping sky that they thrived. Just when I believed that these reveries weren’t real I would open my eyes and try to read the stars, refusing to believe those that say dreams are only dreams. The stars told stories of magic and mystery, of worlds beyond my own eyes and places I had never heard.


There was a time I used to dream, and I don’t know where that time went. I lost it somewhere between yesterday and today. Somewhere behind all the dust and cobwebs in my mind. Somewhere beyond what my soul can comprehend, and I’ve gone back to find it.


And, somewhere beneath the surface of the water, somewhere in the melody of its lullaby, somewhere in-between the stars, are those dreams I forgot I had time to imagine.


Written 11/26/09

Keeping the Rain

"Rain" by skippiethebush@deviantart.com

http://skippiethebush.deviantart.com/art/rain-46317262

It’s a gentle song
Pit pattering on concrete
Yet soft like kisses.  

Its gentle lullaby

Makes you sway as though in a dream

Completely spellbound by its rhythmic trance.

What would you do if you could bottle up the rain?

Catch it like snowflakes and keep it a while.

Oh what a lovely tune it’d be 

If the rain always fell

Inside your glass.

11/23/2008