Thursday, December 3, 2015

The Wonders of Flying

In absolute amazement he looked to his left and took in what he could only believe to be a dream. He could see millions of blinking lights, stars…both above and below him. The moon was shining down upon his wings giving even more depth to the view. He had long dreamt of flying, as most people do, but never believed it possible. His wing tilted to the left and he saw the array of twinkling lights shift to the right in response. He began to breathe deeply, relaxing and enjoying the moment. He could feel the air rushing along his sides as he moved through the night sky. His eyes were transfixed upon one particular light that he could not help but feel drawn to. Something inside of him was telling him that this was a special light. He could not help but feel that he should go to it. A smile crept across his face as he began to zip through the clouds leaving behind only wisps of white vapor. He was still almost hypnotized by that one bright light when a loud noise broke the silence that had engulfed him. He looked down to identify the source of the noise and saw the landing gear of his plane coming down. As the tires rolled along the tarmac his excitement and awe subsided. He had only been dreaming. But that light was still in his mind. It truly had seemed like he was supposed to go to it. He trudged through the airport and hopped into the shuttle taking him to his car. Driving home, he struggled to keep his eyes open but was comforted by the steady stream of Christmas music coming from his radio. As he turned onto his street his eyes seemed to fail him as he fell back into his dream. He could see the light again. The brightest light in view and again he felt drawn to it. As he drove towards it he understood why. Standing in the drive way were his wife, two kids and even his dog. The kids were holding a sign that said “Welcome Home Daddy!” The house behind them was covered almost completely with twinkling white Christmas lights. The neighborhood was literally glowing from the display and he at once realized that he had not been dreaming on the plane. There was something special about the light that he had seen from his plane…and he was supposed to go to it. As he got out of his car he was nearly knocked down by the two children that he loved most in the world as they hugged him. He looked up and saw his wife now holding the sign smiling at the display in front of her. He WAS in a dream….and he hoped that he would never wake up from it.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

October Night

I lay upon my pillow pondering, dreaming, scheming, wishing, wandering,
In restful slumber one October night.
When from my dreams I was awoken, by a whispered word that was not spoken, By a waxing crescent’s moonbeam token.
In my room one October night.
Then walked to where the curtain covered, a scene that then my eyes discovered, A star filled night and moon that hovered,
Hovered one October night.
So pen in hand I started writing, of worlds and wishes so inviting, where all who loved were reuniting.
Reuniting that October night.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Ocean of Solace

Into the darkened warmth I waded, my wandering soul anticipated,
The solace that within there waited, waited to put my fears to rest.
A scene unfolding in slow motion, a world of wonder, an endless ocean,
My worries erased by its magic potion, as I drifted towards the deep.
Among the ocean giants dreaming, then from the surface light came beaming,
Into the darkness it came streaming, bringing me out of my blissful sleep.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Dissolved Into The Night

I sat beneath the lamplight sleeping, my heart and soul, in silence, weeping,
My coat now moist from the misty fog that embraced the Autumn night.
Then from my slumber I was taken, as from the bridge the night was shaken,
A seeming Specter from the shadows wandered, wandered into the golden light,
I looked upon its face with wonder, as it stood beneath the golden light,
Then it slowly dissolved into the night.

For several moments I sat waiting, thinking and deliberating,
What had I seen just slowly fading, fading into the dark of night.
An Angel sent from high above, my dark lament erased by love,
As on the bench a lone white Dove, appeared just to my right.
My heart and soul no longer weeping as I looked into the golden light.
While my sadness slowly dissolved into the night.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

As The Day Came Out Of The Night

A blanket of leaves had covered the ground,
As the day came out of the night,
While I wandered beneath the endless gold leaves,
And my soul sought the source of the Light,
My paper and pen tucked safely away,
For my heart not my pen would now write.

Of the magic of Fall, and the majestic gold trees,
As the day came out of the night,
And the song that was sung by all who walked here,
To the creatures who sat out of site.
And a story that told of this kingdom of gold,
As the day came out of the night.

So I sat on a bench, my coffee in hand,
Then I put pen to paper to write,
Of the magic of Fall, that cast away all,
The troubles of those who’d answer the call,
As the day came out of the night.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Silent Wood

In the morning mist, a silent wood,
Where centuries old oak giants stood,
A Path worn well by Seekers gone,
Leaves bathed in dew and golden dawn.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

The Tune of the Antient's

From deep within the misty night,
He wandered 'neath the twinkling light,
The Master's work within his sight,
As he then sang the Antient's tune.

"The Seekers pass from earthly plight,
When grip and word are given right,
Where Earth to Heaven is the height,
And from the darkness comes the moon.

Then shadows flee from newfound Light,
And intellects and hearts ignite,
As from the ashes it takes flight,
The Master's stone now fully hewn."