I have vivid dreams every night. Sometimes I remember those dreams and other times they've disappeared into the ether. I often awaken feeling weary because of the depth and intensity of my night time 'sojourns '. At least twice a month I awaken with tears in my eyes because of the reality of my dreams. So I have to cast these depressing thoughts aside. Sensible really , for as the days progress I forget that which upset me.
It's strange that sometimes I return to school or college days...." Help, I haven't done my homework !" What a nightmare ! My parents often feature too. They remain young and active..I am a child again . My favorite dreams are in colour, often featuring flying. So that must be why I so enjoy flying and would like to participate in other ' flying' type sports.
In my dreams I am skating again. I'm jumping, spinning, gliding...and it feels so good...free, exhilarating and perfect !
At one time I'd write down what occurred in my dreams..but not any more. Sometimes I have marvelous ideas ...like inventions. Now I often do recall these. They say " Sleep on it ." And that's true. Problems may be solved, questions answered. Morning brings a new light and a new day. No good dwelling on dreams, for that's exactly what they are...they are not real: despite the reality of the dreams. Let them remain dreams.....
Today's poem was written a couple of years ago
I Had The Key
I had the key - so privileged , so lucky
To have the key
Safely in my jacket pocket.
The key to the back door,
And I could go alone
For I had the key.
Once inside the smell hit me-
Quite unique, distinct, never forgotten.
I'd switch on the overhead lights--
Clank, clank, clank.
To see the mist rolling, rising
From the stark, cold surface.
For I had the key.
Fastening my boots tightly
I'd step onto the virgin ice.
Practice, practice, practice to perfection.
Figures of eight-changes of edge.
The mist parting as I glide.
My feet barely visible as I moved.
I had the key.
A record on the turntable.
Making tracings this way and that.
Living the music, loving the moment.
A jump here, a spin there, a spiral.
Blades crunching, breaking the ice -
Virgin no more,like flying!
I had the key.
And now I dream of jumping-
Two revolutions for a double Salchow,
One and a half revolutions for an Axel.
I see myself soaring in slow motion
Arms tucked in, body upright,
Landing on a running edge- perfect !
Yes, I used to have the key.
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