Your Dream

.
.
Awake,
Sleepless
In night,
I am,
The Fiddler’s
Dream.
Never sleeping,
The Fiddler
Dreams,
Eternal Song.
The music
Lives as,
You and I,
Breathing
Life.
As resonance
We merge,
Waves converge,
Propagating
Beyond darkness,
The empty
Never.
Alone,
Stark in
Moon shadows,
Tireless,
I dance
Your dream
Awake.
.
Bear 03.28.2016
ⓒBearspawprint2016
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Alone

.
.
The loneliest
Perigrinator
Journeys
Inward
To the infinite
Empty,
Where nothing is
Remembered,
Where nothing is
Known,
Where all thought
Is absent.
.
.
Is love
Whispering
“Return Beloved”,
Or does fear
Call, veiled
With a sweeter
Voice?
.
.
Bear … 04.10.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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.

NOVEMBER

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max richter – november

I found this music  via:      http://poesravenlady.wordpress.com/category/music-i-love/    This page is in a blog with page after page of poignant posts.   NOVEMBER is not amongst her selections, but the begnning of a journey that led to it is.   Poesravenlady homepage:  http://poesravenlady.wordpress.com/

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The problem with NOVEMBER

And all of the seasons

Is they end too soon.

Just when I begin to be immersed …. it’s over.

I can actually dance with-in November.

There are no sudden jarring movements required.

Perhaps I don’t appear to be the Dance,

So much, to my troupe of trees and fog and

The few critters still awake, perhaps,

If they are  judgmental types,

I look more as if I am tottering and lurching

Rather  than swaying in elegant swirling pirouettes.

I pretend the graceful eddies in the fog

And the ripples of movement in my clothing

Are the dance I hear in my muscles and bones …

No more a viewers comedy.

Which is fine.

When I dance

I do not perform.

Alone, I Am Dance.

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Bear

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Agawela finds moonlight in the swamp      by bearspawprint

https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/08/21/agawela/

Agawela = Old Woman