Beyond my dreams do shadows creep
And I but watch each timid step
As though I could their distance keep
Their intrusion to not accept.
I hear but refuse to listen
Their whispers soft, promising peace
Upon my cheeks, tears do glisten
And to the light I do bequeath
My dreams, my life, my tomorrow
My joy, my faith, all my sorrow
For only then, do I begin
To live and grow and to believe
That I can find myself again
To smile, to sigh, and yes, to breathe
There is a deep, sorrowful tone to this sonnet. As though something is lost or missing in your life requiring you to dig deep in your subconscious to try to find hope. Perhaps it is your creeping blindness or coming death that is the footsteps in the shadows of your dreams.
I had a wonderful dream this morning that was interrupted by my helper stirring and, perhaps, my need to urinate. I certainly do hope that you will have sweet dreams like that, and even better, that some form of miracle cure will give you a few more years of wild, colorful vision in high resolution and 3-D, like mine. On the other hand, my hearing is becoming quite tinny, and I'm afraid, in ten years or so, that even a hearing aid will not help me understand conversation.
Not many people listen, for to listen means that they must be aware. To be aware means they are vulnerable and the world is no longer at a distance from them. When you are truly part of the world, then you can be hurt. Then you can't fool yourself. Scary. Very beautiful Myrna. Bob
There is always the need and desire to seek the light beyond the dark shadows of ourselves. It is inbred within us to not suffer needlessly and to never accept that which we can change
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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I had a wonderful dream this morning that was interrupted by my helper stirring and, perhaps, my need to urinate. I certainly do hope that you will have sweet dreams like that, and even better, that some form of miracle cure will give you a few more years of wild, colorful vision in high resolution and 3-D, like mine. On the other hand, my hearing is becoming quite tinny, and I'm afraid, in ten years or so, that even a hearing aid will not help me understand conversation.
Ron
Cheers moi spp,
Dan