Category Archives: dreams

The truth within the mirror

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I stand before you now…

I am here to greet you…

for as long as this eternity is…

I have failed to meet you

You look old

You seem wise

your gaze is distant

Can you meet my eyes?

We stare at the reflections, blinded by the truth in our eyes… the mirrored walls capture the pairs, the countless futures hidden behind so many eternal tears… Oh mirror, oh mother, oh sister, oh lover… where have you taken my sight, my future, my plight… when will it all seem right?

Where does thy gaze travel?

So far art thou eyes

Where does thy truth wander?

Over countless horizons, over infinite skies…

So I beseech thee to answer… can you meet my eyes… can you look into our future and see where it lies… for this is me as well as thee…  for this sight is mine by any given rite… who are you to hold my life? Who are you, if not me by sight?

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“I am that I am… I know for what you ask… but do you ponder the meanings of the answers? The burden is mine to bear, so perhaps it is this we share… for you seek not fortune, nor fame… you seek not pleasure, yet perhaps you seek pain… you myself are me through and through… do you think I would keep these things from you? Think before you speak… think before you seek… there is a reason I am old… you may not be willing to carry such a burden when one is given to you… so for now live and learn… for this is your part in me… this is our journey… remember to think before you seek…”

“The older I get, the more questions gather from my minds… “

 

 

She smiles… This is who she is… The reflection smiles back…

 

Light and Time

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I forgot the time
I forgot the present

I have no memories

Only thoughts

 

I worry of the future
I worry of the past
Troubles upon troubles

Forever are cast

 

Gone now are seconds and minutes
Hours and days

Years hold fears
Time holds tears

 

Tired and regretful
Panicked and fretful

Life is gone and left us in shadow
Yearning for now
Not for tomorrow

 

Turn around and around
A clocks hand and bell sound
Dizzy and loud
Time holds wickedly proud

 

Time is home to many a prison
Light once forced to comply
Since it has broken through,
Light is fugitive and eternally new

 

Light has gone to the end
Time has found no new friend

They will meet again
At a point where they are one

Looking from shadow to sun

All is one at the beginning
Centered they see
One in one will they be

Eternally

and

Endlessly Free

 

Happy New Year

Be The Light

~ Enreal

 

Our Walk

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If I choose to stay,

Would you wait

Would you walk with me?

 

If I don’t

Would you go

Would you meet me some day

 

Would you remember

Or will I forget

As hours turn to days

Days turn to Months

And months to years

 

If I forget

Will you remind me?

Shall we set a date?

Perhaps an open invitation…

Perhaps you shall take me home…

So I shall not worry

I shall not forget

No set time

We shall know

We shall have our walk…

One day,

I shall not worry

 

Illusion

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As I walk in the cold night the snow gently passes my sight. It falls. I breathe in. Exhale out. The visibility of my air carries my gaze just past the darkness. I watch it disappear with all illusion.

“hush”

I follow my step easily. I catch my thoughts dancing. There. A hint of magic. The stars visible as the snow. Dark and moonless is the night. There a hint of remembrance.

“shhh”

The wind whispers its cold voice. Cold and ignored. Ignored and misunderstood.

 

“Listen”

It whispers…

“See”

It calls…

Here is the magic I yearn for. yet palpable it is not. I wish to hold it in my hand. I wish to smell its sweet reality. Taste its magnificence. This is not it.

Oh but it is… you can not hold it… you can not smell nor taste it… but you can feel it

With that it ended. Within that moment of awareness. The moment the vapor mingled with the darkness of the night. That… and the blink of an eye. Reality changes into illusion once again.

 

Sweet darkness hold your magic close. For I shall return for it on another glimpse. I can feel it. ~enreal

Waiting

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It’s disconcerting how separated I have become from the stars. When once I felt them my home, my dreams. Now they shine a hollow yet beautifully radiant reminder of what I have unremembered.

 

What was it again..?

 

My mind can see heaven yet my heart has forgotten to breathe in the light. My soul reached on high… yet is it still my soul?

 

Is it..?

 

Perhaps when the time comes I shall remember. For now it seems I must wait. And yearn. A hollowing reminder. I feel its memory yet decode it I can not.

 

How foolish am I, for I know that waiting is the only thing time does not forgive

Oh time…

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you travel so fast, wings beating upon the invisible threads you have woven. as you travel and laugh your song carries on. dancing with the sun.

your thoughts became the embers of fantasy and dreams, your wishes beckoned incredible things. From dust came fire and Moments.

From Ashes came clouds and Years.

shadows became fractured which formed Breaths

sorrows born together with Tears.

and happiness found within the seasons and years.

within your dawn you have created life. together maybe with what has been and forever will be Your Father

Oh time. when will the moment come of our rest. perhaps together, if you’ll have me, we shall accompany each other to a place where we can sit and watch the world. still.

 

 

 

perhaps maybe if time would hear my confusion. taste my thoughts. perhaps I would rest for a bit. ~enreal

Story Teller

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The world awaits a new tale… filled with wonderment and life… visions and strife… the world awaits a new hero, a new world, a new time… every second one is born, another one dies.

I sit and read tales told through countless lifetimes. I fly through my mind. As I read the words they lose their shape and become landscapes of thought.
The story teller paints on the canvas of veiled sight. Whispering thoughts and watching them blossom. Watching them flow on the river of words until abstract becomes understood and understanding becomes reason for the listener. They tell yet always see in plain sight.

 

I sit and listen to the voice of the teller. Hearing the words and entering their minds. I fly.

 

Turning I see them. I hear the words they spoke as they wrote and they dreamed.

 

I saw them fly.

Eternal be the words, eternal be the thoughts, they remain for eternity. Infinitely flowing through minds. They live forever as others die.

Words. Thoughts. Voices. Memories. Dreams. Visions. Emotions. Created. Destroyed. Transformed. Interpreted. Saved. Deleted.

The voice of the story teller lives and is spoken through time.

As they whisper you can hear their true voice

As you listen you can see them fly

 

Turn and hear me.

See me. Telling you a tale.

Can you see me fly?