Peppermint Dreams
September 2, 2002
Tonight is a night of dreaming,
A night of Peppermint Dreams.
Tiny Sugar Plum Fairies dance about in the air.
As rivers of chocolate flow freely
And candy boats traverse them.
A smile comes to my face
As I see the Gummy Bears playing.
The humming birds are humming,
And the bumble bees are bumbling.
Tonight is a night of dreaming,
A night of Peppermint Dreams.
Baby Ruth is there
With her parents Reesee and Mr. Goodbar.
They are picking butterscotch daiseys,
As they picknik in the licorice grass.
Tonight is a night of dreaming,
A night of Peppermint Dreams.
I climbed Big Rock Candy Mountain
Dying sunlight
Softly illuminates
The outstretched palms
Of emerald leaves
Soon to fall and die
Like the summer days
That lived too fast
And slid, softly down
Into the frozen grasp
Of ghostly winter
I stand and watch
The weak sun set
Upon the final day
Of blessed summer
Its last light flees
The twilight sky
Abandoning the world
To winter's frosty grip
My heart is filled
With pity and regret
For lost days
Of love and life
And for the earth
That must lie in state
Entombed in snow and ice
But fear not, my love
For spring will come
Ending this dreary night
With the sun's warm rays
And gentle, golden light.
.
making up for lost time
i can see you
head buried deep
within your hands
your fingers
coarse with hair
(cascading)
and at your feet
(ringless)
the phone is off the hook
while your tears fall unbidden
and you dream
of making up
for lost time
december 17, 2002
5:17 pm
Beyond the spray of clouds
Gliding towards the sun, far
Past the sun sharpened blue skies
Where fallen star trails echo
Through an eternity of twinkling
White speckled darkness; in dreams
Of other when's and where's, of
Parallel paths that bend with light,
Soar with sound and twist
With the bitter taste of ash
And sorrow, yet never
A touch of hope...
Of recognition through the rings
Of Saturn; flowing like Mercury,
Quicksilver around every star
Shivering beacon fading to be
Free of degrading orbits compromising
Some fateful fall into a union
Born in the vacuum, born to burn
Through its' icy cold
Emotionless
Depth...
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dream within a dream tornpages by torn-pages, literature
Literature
dream within a dream tornpages
hide away with me
in a dream
within a dream
of precious times
countless moments
gauzy
weightless
peaceful
moments
where i
don't end
and you don't
begin
we are seamless
unified
solitary
just simply one
tomorrow is
nonexistant
because of today
and our
dream
within a dream
hide away
with me.