Sunday June 22
*
The Dream
Where does a melody go
when those who sang it are gone
a silent bird with invisible wings
Does it hover in the air somewhere
to someday return
to the lips of one
whose mind it softly touches
or does it sail off into nothingness
Where do great ideas go
when all that they created
vanishes into the depths
of endless time
Do they wait somewhere
to later seek rebirth
in a reaching, questing mind
or do they quietly
slip into darkness
their last call to
wake the peepers to
the evening wind
And where do all dreams go
when those who gave
their heart
and mind and will to them
have passed on to another existence
Do they sit in the darkness
tiny little points of light
each waiting for the heart to
shelter them
nourish them
into a blazing light
that makes the world
a nobler better place
Or do they fade away
to naught but
a light that
for a few momentss
warms the clouds
on a stormy day
Two immortal souls
passed each other
beneath the open sky
in the middle of
an afternoon
One slight and gentle
clothed black in her serious intent
The other bowed
beneath the weight of things
yet incomplete
And to each other
silently they said
gentle and determined
we will remain we
Our melody will not die
our ideas will grow as living things
for our dream glows
safe and bright
upon the threshold of
the altar of
our
shared heart
June 19
* courtesy of A Luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions.