Are You Real?

When I passed through your world . . .

did I leave anything behind?

my heart maybe . . 

a single tear?

a dream .. . a song . . .

once upon a time

a bird flew through an open window

leaving a melody . . 

and a single blue feather . .. 

there in my hand . . . and I saw through the misty distance . . 

as if it was yesterday . . . a heartbeat away . . .

Somewhere

I left a simple memory

of laughter . . . and pictures . . .

wishes . . . and a purple balloon . . .

rising in the air above a river

winding sinuously . . .  slowly . . 

her waters tossing the sunlight

in sparkles and shadows

into your dreamy eyes . .. 

your world . .  a magical land

where the stars bloom

like daisies on a sacred expanse . . .

a place of angels and goddesses . . .

their edges and smiles worn away by ancient passages

of an entity called Time . . .

a distant land

where a fisherman walks on water .  .

where we found hidden kingdoms growing

out of amber and burgundy cliffs,

and valleys so deep

they echo with the fall of dew . . .

and there we found . .. 

ambrosial wines and cheeses . . 

and a lonely old mamma . . . a goddess

sitting on the green . . .

with an eternal smile between her withered cheeks . .

and in the morning the sunflowers

stretch to the blue skies from their lush valleys . . .

and in the morning the birds

fly higher and higher . . . like ashes wafted

into the streaming clouds . . .

we walked along the

hills which grasped the lazy waters

between their bosoms . . 

and I heard their secret sigh 

ascending through cavernous deeps . . 

their song rising up . . . 

from the shadowy beating heart

of the planet . . 

a throbbing heat . . .

a dull red glow . ..   

a place between us . . . you and I . . .

you walk on the one side

and I on the other . . .

forever we are connected

by streams of moving memories . . .

- an orangeupurple dedication (and thank you)  to van syla . . .  a dear friend.

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The aerie of the eagle
beyond the reach of the dreaming one . . .
is touched by the song
of the piano .. . which music will fly
and take the listener
. . . on the wings of an eagle
 . . . higher and higher
 and higher still
 . . . where we touch the stone
that splits the mountain
 . . . spilling the richness of the sea,
gathering all the stars of the heavens,
having and holding it all
 . . . yet giving it freely
to the dreamer with the outstretched arms,
who is part of the glory
 . . . and the beginning and end
of an eternal story . . .