DREAMING THOUGHTS

DREAMING THOUGHTS
MY MIND WANDERS BETWEEN SLEEP AND WAKE,
THOUGHTS OF LOVE, PAST PLEASURES, WAR,
CORKSCREWED THROUGH MY ACTIVE CONCIOUS
A KALEIDOSCOPE, YET CHANGING MORE RAPID,
CROWDING TO BREAK MY SANITY

WHEN SUDDENLY MY SOUL THIS BODY LEFT,
STOOD BY MY BEDSIDE WATCHING SLEEP,
A NAKED SPIRIT,BOUNDS UNKNOWN,
SHACKLES GONE , NO LONGER BOUND TO EARTH,
WHAT IS A BODY WORTH,
WHEN SOUL CAN TRAVEL UNDISTURBED.

SO I TURNED MY THOUGHTS TO MY HEARTS DESIRE,
PASSED INTO THE STARLIT NIGHT,
INDIA NOW LAY AT MY FEET,LAND OF MYSTERY,
IT`S HILLS AND PLAINS RUSHED BY BELOW,
TO THE COAST ON O`ER THE SEA,
VAULTED HEAVEN BEJEWELLED CANOPY.

ARABIAN SEA , VAST AND IMMENSE,
WHITE CAPPED WAVELETS LAPPING SHORE,
ON SPEED ON,OH SOUL,TIME IS SHORT,
TO EGYPT,DESERT LAND OF SPHINX AND LIKE,
BELOW THE NILE SHIMMERING RIBBON,
MOTHER OF EGYPT,BIRTHPLACE OF THE WORLD.

THE MEDITERRANEAN DARK AND SERENE,
GREEN JEWELLED ISLES ,GREECE WITH HER PILES,
BORDERED BY LANDS FAMED OF THE LEGEND,
GHOSTS OF JASON,ULYSSES , ATHENE`S DESIRE,
STROMBOLI , VERSUVIUS , ETNA ON FIRE,
TO THE COAST OF THE RIVIERA , AND ON TO FRANCE.

VILLA , VILLAGE , TOWN , RED TILED ROOF,
FOREST , FIELD , VINEYARD AND FARM,
OVER STORMED LASHED OCEAN O LIBERTY CALLS,
GREEN FIELDS OF NEW ENGLAND, THE EARTH`S QUEEN,
ONTO LONG ISLAND TO MY LOVED ONE`S HOME,
PAUSED BY HER DOOR , ENTER I DARE NOT.

BUT TIME RUNS FAST , VAST DISTANCE TO GO,
SO GIRD UP YOUR LOINS SOUL, INTO HER ROOM,
COURAGE FAILING I ENTER,BY HER BEDSIDE TO KNEEL,
AND GAZING AT HER SLEEPING LOVELY SERENE,
RESPLENDENT ON PILLOW, HER ;BOSOM BARE,
CLOSED EYES POUTED LIPS, PICTURE DIVINE

SHE SIGHS AND STIRS A PACE I TAKE BACK,
MY PRESENCE FELT , WILL SHE AWAKE,
I KISS HER CHEEK , A LOCK I TAKE.
THEN TEARFULLY I TURN AWAY,
FOR YONDER LIGHT STREAKS HERALDS DAWN,

SO BACK TO MY BODY AGES AWAY.
BACK O`ER MOUNTAIN SILVERY SEA,
DESERT AND FOREST , OH , WOE IS ME,
FOR WILL THE SUN RISE BEFORE I RETURN,
OH TWAS SUCH A GAMBLE , BUT WILL AGAIN,
SPEED BACK TO THE BODY AND EARTHLY WOES

SO ALONG THE VERANDA MY SPIRIT GOES,
I AWAKE IN THE MORN, A DREAM , YES SWORN,
BUT TO MY SURPRISE IN MY HAND STILL IT SEEMS,
A LOCK OF HER HAIR TO PROVE I HAVE BEEN
CAN A SOUL BE CARRIED IN THE LOCK OF A DREAM,

DAVID ROBERTS