The Longing

image by Rosie Hardy

Slide under my window

Go to my bed, where I wait

Unsated but for your touch

Such is my fate; such is my luck

Succubus, I live for night

Fight the day's start

Heartbeats double for your lack

Blackness covers me, soft and deep

Keep me wrapped in your spell

Quell the thirst in me

Tea of night, thick and dark, I drink

Blink back the awakening

Cling to you, though only mist

Kissed by a dream.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Chained Rhyme

Dream Walking

Synesthesia by jaynecp on polyvore.com

In dream walks each night

    I see bird song, hear sun set

    Awaken and mourn

Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 - Day 24 – February 24th – Words: Dream Walks Thanks to Rachana Shakyawar of Humming Today because the phrase 'Dream Walks' was coined from her poem

Dreams of Earth and Heaven

image source

When ink stained twilight descends

I search for you, my divine succubus

Black lace angel

Guardian of my secrets

Wrap me tight in your raven feathers

that I wear the veins in your wings

like those of my own skin

We will fly later

Now is the time

for earthbound delights

The night is dying

and the moon fades in the sky

like milk into morning coffee

Before you leave

Please lay a feather

silken and jet

upon my pillow

and I promise to dream

of heaven.

submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Open Link Night, Week 27

The Edge

The Lonely Cry by Ken Simm

I live on the edge

between reality and dreams

Walking the balance beam

here to there

there to here

Where paradigms slam and crash

like hot and cold

into a storm of thoughts

I inhabit the borders

between in and out

Do not try to follow me

for even if you find me

I will remain

solitary.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Photography Challenge

Morpheus

Neil Gaiman's The Sandman
picture source

 

When night's black hand chokes out the light

You pray like hell to fall asleep

And there find madness or delight

You're in the Dreaming, dark and deep

Within this realm, King Dream does rule

This is the land he calls his home

The dreams he conjures may be cruel

Beware the time after the gloam

What you expect is what you see

Sand in your eyes, you sleep and then

When dreams become reality

You may not ever wake again.

submitted for dVerse Poetics, We're Going Comic, at dVerse Poets Pub

Dreams

image from rubyblossom

Reaching back in memory

to when I was a child

the border between wakefulness and dreams

was a gauzy curtain

and I often peeked through

spying on one side

from the other.

I could conjure my favorite dream world

and leave when it threatened to turn nightmarish

but I could never bring back

my dream treasures.

Vague and hazy now

I remember brightly colored toys

cuddly stuffed animals

a sweet, delicate music

and a profound happiness

that I yearned to bring with me

to wakefulness

yet

I always awakened

with empty fists

and arms hugged around nothing

but myself.

When I cried

my mother would ask if I'd had a nightmare

I could never explain

that I was crying

for a happy dream

that I had to leave behind.

submitted for Theme Thursday, Treasure

and Gooseberry Garden, Childhood, Dreams

Free Fall

Along the Window Sill by Artistic-Feet

In her mind

window ledge tiptoes

hypnotic

earth's sweet scent

free fall swan dive reverie

She wipes clean smudged glass

submitted for Poetry Jam, Windows

Poetic Bloomings, In Form, Shadorma

Narcissus's Granddaughter

The Revenant, , Andrew Wyeth

Like Narcissus enchanted with his reflection

you loved those in whom you saw yourself

lavishing them, me

with your affection

  withholding from those who 

did not mirror

what you wished to see

You were good to me

for you cherished that which

you valued

Even now

you come back to me

in dreams

You are a revenant

Do you return to see me

or to see yourself once more?

submitted for Magpie Tales, 82
and for Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Garden, Poetry Picnic, Week 4, Grandparents

Do You Dream?

scene from Phantom of the Opera, 1925

Do you dream in technicolor?
Do you close your eyes and wait for
the show, giddy with
anticipation?
Do you dive into your bed
grab handfuls of covers like popcorn
into your greedy hands?
Sink down into lush
mind mush
watching it all on the black screen
of night?
Do you dream in black and white?
Do you fight the fall into silent film
non-existence
your movements exaggerated but going
nowhere
screaming
with no sound?
Do you know the face
of your phantom?
Would you love him to free him
from the catacombs of
your nightmares?

submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics, Shhh...Silent Films