Thursday, October 25, 2007

Sleep and the Dream

If I put lavender under my pillow
will I dream of scented gardens and wake
with buds of thought burgeoning forth?

Or will I become pure of heart as I sleep,
dream of unicorns and virgins,
and lose the ability to dissemble.

Let night rest like snow on my lashes,
harbinger of blindness, stealing colour
from vision.

Imagery confined to monochrome
becomes a dance in line and edge,
defined by illumination, or dissolved
in darkness.

Castenada said to walk the warrior way
we must seek control in dreams.
Find hands and guide them, till lavender

becomes a field of flower shapes
blue and purple against grass,
snow a geometric lace of ice
entrapping rainbows.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Simply lovely, I could never come up with such detail of image as you can produce, you just fill the piece with colour and vibrancy.

5:06 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks. It took intense focus to produce this. It seems harder and harder to satisfy my own standards or to think of something fresh.
Even this, though I like it, I'm doubtful about using 'rainbows' and 'flowers'

sigh ...


5:17 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

You should be proud of it, it is exceptional writing Moon.

Be happy with it *smile*

5:51 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...


thanks hon.

6:01 PM  
Blogger Pris said...

Ahhh...I remember this one. Beautiful!

2:32 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks Pris. Nice to see you around.

2:00 PM  
Blogger Pris said...

You've just been awarded the Roaring Lion award. See my blog:-)

11:24 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

You've used words beautifully here and I love to sleep with the scent of lavender so you had me hooked from the first line

5:58 AM  

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