Adrift on still waters, eyelids heavy and too tired to see what lands were left to be found, I floundered, forgetting you were right here in the invisible world where, click-click-click, side by side we navigate the moonless nights.
So here we are again sailing twin ghost ships and singing drinking songs… having learned it is better to sing loud than not at all, and knowing at last our thirst can never be quenched by drink or dive or dare, but must be sated with a tip of the hat to the spirit-adventurers within. Alone together, together alone, we have explored worlds together, traveling through eons that elude me in memory but roar like an angry ocean in the deep of my soul.
You race around inside me like a stowaway playing hide and seek so wanting to be found. But you know you’ve been found already and will be found again. It’s the being found your crusty explorer’s heart depends upon. And I depend on knowing there will be joy, for you will be found, and in that moment land and sea and heaven and earth shall coalesce into perfection, that sweet seed of life as clear as the dreams you live to tell.
Where shall we go now? Deeper into mystery? Further out to sea? Or to the bay you showed me – that hidden cove of ecstasy? Perhaps straight on, full-speed to truth that is our mission, blowing our foghorns and raising high our color of infinity? Sail on, then. Let us see where love will lead us.
God, this is soaring! I felt like I was back on the cruise ship, on a brand new adventure to unseen places! Take me anywhere you want to go, I'll follow your brilliant pen!
My goodness, how I have missed you, Dawn!! Perhaps we never quite realise until we come back to visit people's pages again, but it is a pure joy to read you again. I have missed your particular brand of artistry, your strength of articulation and the sharpness with which you capture those "washing around" emotions of the deeper self. A wonderful metaphor and strongly sustained. Some sharply etched lines here. TY Kate xx
I like the sailing metaphors, and the explosiveness of lines like, "eons that elude me in memory
but roar like an angry ocean
in the deep of my soul." -- Jeff
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Eileen
your imagery races around my head like a horse galloping across a field of creative ideals ...
excellent poetry!
God, this is soaring! I felt like I was back on the cruise ship, on a brand new adventure to unseen places! Take me anywhere you want to go, I'll follow your brilliant pen!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
And quite a ride you give with this enchanting piece.
Sail on indeed.
John
but roar like an angry ocean
in the deep of my soul." -- Jeff
Love Tinka