Searching For Something

I am high up on a hillside.
My eyes see valleys, forests.
All green, so much green
And I am moving, never still.

The valleys pass, trees slip by.
I could be carried, walking,
Riding on a bicycle perhaps.
It does not feel like that.

Now I am in a forest
Following a man, dark
With a cloak, calf length.
Hooded, from a time gone by.

What is he looking for?
I see his back, hiding.
Perhaps he is hunting,
Searching for something.

He turns to me and sinks below.
I rise, look down upon him.
Under his hood, your eyes green
In another man’s face.

His mouth is open, drinking.
I am swallowed, spreading,
Filling his body and I know
That I am the brook.

She Dreams

She dreams
As the sun sets behind them.
Warm wind teases her hair
As he pulls her close.

She dreams
Of how their lips will touch.
The growing heat
Of bodies pressing closer.

She dreams
But she walks alone.
Grey rain chills her face
But not her thoughts.

She dreams
That he will come to her,
Take her to another place.
That he will save her.


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Stars Of Lovingness

“To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive” – Robert Louis Stevenson.

It’s a oft-quoted mantra and it’s one that helps guide me, another facet of the journey versus destination concept that I explored in Live The Journey.

Journey. What does the word bring to mind? A road trip, an ocean voyage, a long flight? That seems reasonable enough. These are the real-life journeys that you make. You plan the trip, buy tickets, book hotels. You can feel these journeys – smell the burning fuel, hear the engines, rock to the vibrations. The world passes by your window, scenery changes.

What about the other journeys that you make, the ones that exist fleetingly in your head when you daydream? Fantasy journeys, unbounded by borders. Guided by your imagination you travel in hope, seeking and finding. In these amazing journeys you can go wherever you like. You pass through a stargate into another world, a place where you are master. Here the stars shine at your calling. Night or day, rain or sun, it’s your choice.

Your fantasies may seem futile, little more than a forlorn attempt to escape your world and find a better place. They should not be dismissed so lightly. If you cannot envision what you really want then how can you ever hope to reach that place? Don’t be afraid to dream your journey. To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.

“Stars Of Lovingness” lyric quoted from White Queen (As It Began), Brian May 1974

 

 

Night Dreams

Have you seen the wonders
Of night dreams?

Where time slips
And faces change.
He looks for you
And no-one else.

Evening blends to night,
He takes you home.
Lips press on yours,
You can’t resist.

Surrender to his bed,
Roses on the walls.
He reaches out,
You lift your dress.

Strong arms encircle,
You fall spellbound
And feel him fill you,
Move inside.

Have you seen the wonders
Of night dreams?

Dream it, live it, love it. Tonight.
Shona x

Green and Blue

A dream, green and blue,
of waves kissing the shore.
Warm breeze-tousled hair,
fingertips touching my face.

I loved him and he loved me,
his jade eyes searching, knowing.
I was happy for a little while
in my dream of green and blue.

 

 

 

Dreaming of another world

It’s raining in England. Look out of the window, what do you see? Water dripping from the roof-tops, grey houses half-hidden in the mist.

It’s sunny in Spain. What do you see? Palm fronds nodding in the warm breeze, bright apartments bathed in sunlight.

Remember last week, when you were in Spain? You met Lewis in a little sea-front café. It was sunny and the palm trees were rustling in a gentle, warm breeze that caressed your skin. Now look again through that dreary English window, but this time dare to dream.