*Dreams to Dream*
What is that
leaking through the hourglass of the past?
Grains, of which every single one holds a story,
maybe a piece of love to share,
some tears to shed or pains to forget.
Dreams.
Falling onto the bottom of our minds,
they never really disappear.
Woven into the purple softness of silence,
their eyes are closed.
Yet, their hearts beat alive.
Dreams to dream.
Dormant memories of a future.
Refreshing drinks for the thirsty soul.
Thoughts at nights.
Climbing the curtains, dripping to the floor.
Sweet like honey licks from the forbidden bottle
somewhere in the pantry of childhood.
Elated again,
joyful in a dance within the green meadows
of a new life,
breathing with new lungs,
growing bigger, stronger, opening new views…
Leaking through the hourglass, all that is gone is pain.
Old remembrance.
Erased,
sunk into the blackness of the quicksand
which swallows it gladly, so eagerly,
satisfying an insatiable hunger
lingering all these years.
Dreams to dream.
On the purple bedding of love.
At last.
***
© Eclipse 2011
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EclipseOfTheMoon 
Wonderful piece 🙂
Beautifully captured.
very brilliant piece.
wonders keep us exploring.
🙂
A wonderful write, and a pleasure to read. Very nicely done!
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I like the phrase ‘pantry of childhood’ – very neat.
again, I keep repeating myself. this is beautiful, magical, marvelous, Eclipse. every word and the way you put them together…. all I can say is thank you for sharing your talent. I’m so happy to find you and your work.
beautiful Eclipse… We should never forget to Dream… and even if they are wisps of fantasy that float through our minds.. We can still close our eyes and capture their image to hold close to our hearts… And one day, One day, our Dreams come true..
Love to you and yours
~Dreamwalker xxx
Wow You write magic …I came to your blog through nimue’s blog and I am glad I did…or I was missing something 🙂
I can actually imagine thinking on the same lines…loved it….following u now on 🙂
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Your words I seek « Pages from my mind said this on November 23, 2011 at 1:59 am |
supppper sweet !!!
so much delicious i must say !
wow !!!
Love to read your words always …
you inspire and amuse me no end …
The thoughts at night, climbing the curtains, they certainly pay me sweet visits …
May you always dream sweet dreams when the twilight touches the indigo sky and the sun whispers sugary lyrics for good night …
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From Athens With Love « Broken Sparkles said this on November 22, 2011 at 8:52 am |
Fantstic graphic and nice poem.
Have a magical night and great week dear Eclipse.
Hugs
Soul.
I do love your writing.
Always a pleasure to come here and read something across the universe of writing. Not to mention, to read up on a friend. Though, we never met, and to mention that on line friends, you’re one of the oldest I have now…
Douglas S. Taylor
I love so many lines of this poem, like “Sweet like honey licks from the forbidden bottle / somewhere in the pantry of childhood.” And the image of dreams woven in the silence with eyes closed and hearts beating alive.
THE OPENING LINE INSTANTLY MAKES ME SMILE.
fabulous take on hourglass.
welcome linking to poets rally if you could.
Beautiful. Our dreams are sometimes that which keeps hope alive.
As always, a beautiful dance of words from you.
A very nice poem Eclipse
and thank you for sharing
your wonderful talent 🙂
Have a sweet weekend 🙂
Androgoth XXx
I have always been fascinated by hourglasses. They are mysterious, and they can teach us a million things about life. Love, cat,
The correspondence is beautiful. Thanks for this.
Lovely, I particularly like the line ‘dormant memories of a future’, which hints of the journey we are all on – to somewhere. Once again, you seem to suggest that the dreaming world is somehow more ‘real’ than the waking world. Either can be horrific but this world is finite, at least, whereas our dream go on ad finitum.