Connections

Connections

Twilight time for dreams of mind,

begin with a deepening blue,

in fields born, an emptiness torn,

now covered in conscious hue.

Dusk settles in with solitary grin,

wide eyes reflect its making,

the sun has set, a unity well met,

its guise now broken and shaking.

The king of night brings its light,

of pale ancestral visions,

in expanding sky where atoms fly,

on crowns of mortal decisions.

Evening moon in new cocoon,

gives way to stars beyond,

A grand parade of light arrayed,

where consciousness has spawned.

Heavens flair, we all do share,

reflections of every star,

vibrations tune, none immune,

to galactic reservoir.

Each tiny shell, a solar cell,

each essence finds its will,

beneath the skies that hold our ties,

and promise to fulfill.

To mornings dawn all eyes are drawn,

such blinding rays of vision,

as rising sun that makes us one,

ends our fractal division.

The night recedes with planted seeds,

that grows our daily heather,

in unity and community,

in thought with immaculate tether.

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About this Poem: By day our connection to consciousness and oneness with it, is of the earth and sun...however, when night falls, the vastness of the universe presents itself and reminds us that we are part of something even larger...a universal consciousness which is far greater than one planet and star alone…it’s a very different connection that stays in our mind and grows over time.

The Moody Blues

The Moody Blues

In days of Future passed,

It’s Tuesday Afternoon,

and by the Evening,

it will be time to get away,

as nights in white satin, have their say.

Let us prepare,

for the departure,

in search of the lost chord,
come ride my see saw,

to the house of four doors,

Where the legend of a mind,

and voices in the sky,

sing of the best ways to travel,

with visions of paradise,

we are the actor, spoken word and OM.

For in the realm of conscious existence,
on the threshold of a dream,

Our realities come to together…

and Oh, its so lovely to see you again,

my friend.

Walk along with me, 
to the next bend,

for never comes the day,

where we are lost,

in the beginning.

Are you sitting comfortably?

Have you heard the dream?

The voyage?

Will you put it in my diary?

and, how is it we are here?”

So many Questions,

as the tide rushes in

and washes our castles away,

don’t you feel small?

like the tortoise and the hare?

It’s up to you, and me,

when all the stars are falling down,

into the sea, 
and on the ground,

will I be the melancholy man.

For dawning is the day,

as the procession moves on,

with a question of balance,

and the story in your eyes.

We are living an illusion,

lost in a lost world,

but there are new horizons,

where you and me are living

in a land of make believe.

So be that, 
I may feel,

I’m a singer in a Rock n Roll Band,

Trying to understand,

while stepping in a slide zone.

I hear the long distance voyager,

as the voice appears in my head,

while I’m talking out of turn,

in this Gemini dream,

in my world…

Its been 22,000 days,

and I’m Nervous, 
with a painted smile,

a reflective smile,

of the veteran cosmic rocker.

But in this Blue world,

meet me half way,

because I’m sitting at the wheel,

going nowhere.

without you.

There’s a hole in the world,

It’s under my feet,

where running water says,

I am Sorry.
I am sorry...

Meanwhile,

I want to be in your wildest dreams,

I want to Rock n Roll over you,

without slings and arrows,

on the other side of life.

I know you’re out there somewhere,

and I want to be with you,

for in the river of endless love,

there are no more lies,
so lean on me.

Let us open the vintage wine,

I’m at the breaking point,

looking for a miracle,
in these strange times,

with an English sunset.

I know that sooner or later,

wherever you are,

you’ll let your feelings show,

because all that is real, 
is you.

For words that you say,

my little lovely,

are forever now, 
with the swallow,

nothing changes.

And yet, it is winter,

time for December snow,

where in the quiet of Christmas morning,

a winters tale unfolds,

The spirit of Christmas,

Is upon us,

and yes,

I believe in miracles…

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About this Poem: One of my favourite bands is the Moody Blues; so I've included the titles to many of the Moody Blues songs and albums to make a poem of their music. Below you will find a playlist of their music. :) 

The Moody Blues