On The Wings of Dreaming

Time our river flowing
diving deep to forming thought
sifting through our dreams it seems
redeemed and gently caught
Through the night
they too take flight
without our recollection
time our river flowing
knowing not it's new direction
On it's rapids crashing
smashing hope and birthing new
from the ash to dart and dash
cycle back to circle through
Here we grow unknowing
nothing more than everything
Importance on those waters gone
and hope to which it brings
Off into our dreaming
still we forge into the fight
to rage against the river
saving time as dreams take flight

Night's meadow

Precious night is falling
swaying meadow grass to dance,
graying shades to heart persuade
stand tough and take a stance.
Find in dark your solace
let not shadows creep to slide,
for in the corners of the mind
the stealthy creatures hide.
Waiting for that moment's pass
when strength in self will falter,
and every whim of every limb
to fleeting courage alter.
Careful not to lose your edge
repulse the fear that's calling,
swaying meadow grass to dance
precious night is falling.

2:14 am

Yet it's late I think of you
I wonder how you dream
do you move on prior thoughts
you move on mine it seems
In the precious hours
as your body finds its rest
Does a smile befall your face
of me at your behest
Even in my deepest dreams
a beating heart does stir
motions of relations
that our stations can't deter
Time a gentle wave we ride
no storms come as we sleep
mountains seem to crumble down
are found no longer steep
All the world is turning
giving way to morning's hue
love to wonder how you dream
it's late I think of you