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An Anthology of
Dreams
Of Darkness and Light
A Collection of Poems
POEMS
Sometimes one
Sometimes both
A PEAL OF A BELL
Gray seas
And cold wind on the beach
Low clouds and a dim sunset
TANGLES
SOMETHING
A Poem for the Homeless
SAME TIME
As days change to nights
And light fades
And the hours on the clock go by
I find
I’m never in the same place
At the right time
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And I find
I’m never in the right place
At the same time
TURNING AROUND
Turning around to see her standing there
Quiet brown blazing hair
Golden flecks
In flaming amber
WONDER
Moonlight your light shines where it may
Those strange lunar ways
Cerberus and darkly silver battlements
Drawn in painted shades
Of thoughtful pale white dreams
INSIDE BEHIND
TRAFFIC INSIDE
Wavy dim smoke
Hazy white light
Dancing everywhere
They say it seems
Universal dreams
Create reality
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MIND TURNS
THIS MORNING
ECHOES OF SHADOWS
Echoes of shadows on my mind
Watching shadowy gray shapes
In the moment before dawn breaks
Rain bowed through glass panes
At the end of a Saturday night
NIGHT FLIGHT
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Below
Dim in faint starlight
Owls prowl creatures in the tall amber fields
Wild cat’s eyes glitter prowling owls
All after any moving thing in the great grassy sweep
Of the yards and meadows
I remember
Dancing figures dimly twirling
Swirling leaping shadows
Dark forms whirling around
The flaming fire of their feelings
ETERNAL DREAMER
Far places
Fiery wandering comet tails
Tails of trails
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Sleepy at dawn
But up with the sun
Down and around
Circling inside
Looking for the right place to ride
ROMANTICIZING DREAMS
I just romanticize my dreams
Scheme all these schemes
Thinking how good it could be
SOME DREAM
Gave me something
To change feelings this way
BLINDED MOVINGLY
Never such a time
Certainly no such place
Dreams have never seen
Thoughts of such things
LOOK
Time comes around to begin again
At the end of every endless end
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COME TO YOU
SAY THINGS
Far places
Fiery wandering comet tails
Tails of trails
From the candle smoke
The smell of honeysuckle and soft wax
Sleepy at dawn
But up with the sun
Down and around circling inside
Looking for the right feeling to ride
JOURNEYS
When the journey is done
We’ll add the miles
And see where we’ve gone
Pack on my back
Hat for the rain
Traveling with the sun
Seems the journey is over
Before it has begun