In Slumber’s Quest

Life remains at my periphery,
yet dreams my center, hold,
strapped in tightly, seat belts click,
and speed escalates as the hands of time spin,
back, ever backwards in a blur,
and owls in unison whisper,
then fall silent upon bow and perch,
and I strain to hear
but understand not their words,
and time from the rails leaves,
free from bounds in star surrounds
as time no longer holds meaning,
and I drift, life so near,
yet dreams still my center,
and thoughts wander, in perfect balance,
floating in a void of warm embrace,
and I feel a tug, a heart reminding of breath,
so I gasp, the falling to a warm bed blessed,
and eyes open in wakeful confusion,
from dreams to reality,
not so easy to accept,
in my slumber’s quest.
I close my eyes, lucid,
and dreams find me once again,
light of weight, free of mind,
time wields not this rhyme,
so I waft like a mist over water,
as if I am a part, skimming over ripples
yet touched not by the wet,
just a parting of matter,
like waves held in space,
as I lower to beneath its crystal wake,
and find light in abundance,
dancing across my eyes,
whispering again, but in dulcet tones
and strain again I do to understand,
as if life itself has words profound,
but I inept to grasp them,
and rise I do to greater heights,
flight so free and inspiring,
as clouds encroach and mutter
all beyond my knowing,
as I realize I am so in the dark,
so aptly blind to reality
held back from my roots of human kind.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Ohhh to soar free away from who/what we are, to become spirit of nature, explore beyond reality of life’s daily routines. I love this verse, Tony. It is magical, freeing, beautiful. Well done – and just in time for me to enter into slumber for the night. Have a great day, dear poet.
Thanks Phyllis, its actually a lucid dream I experienced this morning. And after getting up I wrote it down quickly and then after breakfast wrote this poem. Glad you enjoyed it. Sweet dreams.
Such wonderful poetic thoughts. Love to soar through the skies.
Glad you enjoyed it Rasma, take care and appreciate your reading and commenting. Cheers!
Dreams and those that love to dreams are the ones that have a poet living in their heart or so it seems. I loved this Tony
Thanks Kurt, yes dreams are an endless source of inspiration. Cheers!