Alan: The Dreaming.

[Jabberwocky]

your body tells secrets
when it sleeps
of dreams gone by and times unchanged
where magic and beauty
and chaotic turbulance reign supreme
making your own iconic sense of heroism

The waking you
who lives in the dreaming
cut off from outlets
feeling seperated and at times misunderstood
exasterbation through ceaseless voices of nothingness
with constant motion but no expression

The bridge that seperates the two
burns bright
a beacon
to be stoked, nurtured, released from its cacoon
crying out for understanding
or sympathy

guilt, powerlessness, a constant beratement of self
I am strong
I need no one you seem to say
with words left unspoken
wandering looks of quiet destitude

With pressed ear i listen to the sound of your destiny beating in time through breaks of breathing
a touch here
light as a feather
gathering energy to weave the rafters of insight that beseech me
he feels so disconnected
...I Contemplate...
measuring the content of this chakra
or that knot of memory manifested in that tention
I blanket him in my truth
without hesitation or bias.
and drift off to sleep
emeshing myself in his dreaming
to unravel the secrets
of truth
from the fabric of being.

 

[E-girl]

wow.... you left me speechless with that one, and that almost never happens...

beautiful.

 

[colicolo]

although i loved every - single - word, these lines took me somewhere far away from a lonely bed:

your body tells secrets
when it sleeps
of dreams gone by and times unchanged
where magic and beauty
and chaotic turbulance reign supreme

I blanket him in my truth
without hesitation or bias.
and drift off to sleep
emeshing myself in his dreaming

just beautiful