Dream Poem

Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.


Excerpt from: Song of a Dream
Sarojini Naidu

The Forgotten Dream



In the early morning

a whisper comes to me

A love so pure and tender

beckoning to me

come hither

say the voices

crying out in dreams.



Abandon inhibitions

come to the angels' den

Where desire mixed with feeling

and the golden light of love

is sprinkled

as a perfume

throughout the holy air.



Where is this poignant perfume

that permeates the air?

Breathe deeply

the forgotten dream

it is everywhere.



s.k.lindeman



~~~~~~~~~
Can one always dream?



One can always sleep

But can one always dream?

When minutes slip away at last

as cloth closes seam

And makes a garment

The design is cast

And no altering of the piece

Can change the fact

The piece has been made

the dream has been cast

The solidifying then

and then

and then

reality sets in.



s.k.lindeman

Dream Variation

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me--
That is my dream!






To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.

- Langston Hughes

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