WITH rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.

By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.

Sons of bankers,
sons of lawyers
Turn around and say
good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't
and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside


or light

God don't make no promises that He don't keep.
You got some big dreams, baby,
but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.

dreams are bliss, i love to sleep

except when dreams verge to real

I am part of the load
Not rightly balanced
I drop off in the grass,
like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse
wherever I fall.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
floating and flying in the will of the air,
often forgetting ever being
in that state, but in sleep
I migrate back. I spring loose
from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
this waiting room.

I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia

Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.

That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip







.

fog fades
time slips

the only thing that seems unreachable...



is..the intention.



before it ever leaves your lips






potential

it's hard to rely on my good intentions
when my head's full of things that i can't mention
seems i usually get things right
but i can't understand what i did last night
it's hard to rely on my own good senses
when i miss so much that requires attention

.

Bye and bye,
I'm breathin' a lover's sigh
I'm sittin' on my watch
so I can be on time
I'm singin' love's praises
with sugar-coated rhyme
Bye and bye,
on you I'm casting my eye

.

The ocean wild
like an organ played,
The seaweed's wove its strands.
The crashin' waves
like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and sands.
Lay down your weary tune,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself
'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

In Dreams - Roy Orbison

A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep, everything is all right.

I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night. I softly say
A silent prayerlike dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

In dreams I walk with you. in dreams I talk to you.
In dreams you’re mine. all of the time we’re together
In dreams, in dreams.

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I can’t help it, I can’t help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.

It’s too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams.
In beautiful dreams.

Breakdown
on the shoreline,
can't move,
it's an ebbtide.
Morning don't get here tonight,
searching for her silver light

.

Tangible Dreams
That haunt and taunt
with empty-promised completion.

Always seeking,
Never reaping
a drop for dry, parched thirst.

Wide-Eyed Sleeping,
Burning arms reaching
screaming to engage.

Heart Breath
intoxicates
the
darkness
with
Palpable Promise…

then vanishes with the light of day.

Feb.

hey babe
let's dance
let's make plans for romance
a few whispered nothings
no need to be stranded in limbo
just believe in the glowing rainbow ride
seen through your minds eye
a gentle touch and go symbolism
in your glance
body language speaking volumns
Our words are in the music
Our life is in the beat
Listen to a world created just for you
Let the harmony carry you away with me

R.O.

thorns of roses that I feel, secrecy under the seal
hear the tolling of the bell, bring me under your spell
see the mysteries in twilight they're turning away
from darkness to light (into infinity)
here where the dreams of eden's near
leaving to a distant sphere
to elysian seas of time we ride
I am longing for infinity
arcana, arcana
tonight this journey seals my fate
far beyond the open gate
to the secret places never seen before
for this final odyssey into
arcana, arcana...

all roads save one lead to the cabin in the woods. The manservnat/friend of the man who is always asleep answers the door and if you are persistant you can enter for tea and if you stay awhile the sleeper will awake. The old man looks familiar and answers questions vaguely. The cabin at the end of time and space is peaceful and boring.

In waking dreams I saw a few things. I didn't see wires.

peace & good night...

good night