I turn to find
Shadows by my side
I dream of a life
I had tossed and left behind
I close my eyes
I hear the wind and clouds divide
Touching I feel
What I sensed all along was real
I dream of death
Too generous and close to touch
Time lived in the past
Alone with time at last
I question times disguise
I seek answers to my demise
The ground is cold and calling
The sky is red and falling
I am alone at last
Free to breathe one last breath
I am alone at last
Time will part and I will rest
But time and shadows play
The end spoken for another day
Time will not remove its mask
Alone and calling for its final task
Open and listen
Are you truly alone you ask?
Or are you at peace here with the shadows and the mask
Now be still and listen
You shall hear your final task…
I wonder what it would be like to be in another mind… think in another way… see through anothers eyes
I wonder what it would be like to love… feel the light and laughter of another heart… live and breathe for another life
I wonder what it would be like to feel… or simply not feel this… I wonder.
It is funny often we wonder. Dream.
How often we feel. Every emotion.
Minds and hearts frantically competing for victory.
Be it for a moment. Yet endless.
Another life. Another dream. Another day to simply be.
Would the answer be the same?
Simply from another view,
Understood and made from the spoken language, Life
Seen as if written by time.
I wonder indeed if all these philosophies are real?
Thoughts and Visions
Questions.
That’s all.
I wonder if I could stop.
“Will I stop wondering? I don’t know. Perhaps. Sometimes it seems less complicated that way”
~ Enreal
The night began to quiver with energy. The stars suspended high above the world. The moon shone down with the light of the endless years.
The wind blew gently through the ageless branches of life. The air held breath, the vivid darkness held time. Still yet pulled with the weight of anticipation… then the shift… through the moon light… Voices came from high… from within… through the silence… through the wind… spoken clearly… simultaneously… beautifully…
We speak to thee as one
We plead to thee as none
While in the night we sought
Within ourselves we foughtFor when we awake
Our lives we forsake
In the night we burned
What in the day we learnedAs they fade,
The answers we so desperately seek.
As they go,
Our soul will always know.
As we part,
From the knowledge we most want.
As we learn,
That they can never be taught.
For as we grow,
With our soul aching to know.
They can never be lost
They can always be found
They are always within us
They are always aroundOur truths
Our answers
Our lives
Our destiniesIt is with you we yearn to see
It is with you we wish to be
Free with you
Bless this moon light
We can see
Now live
and be free
as if made from the fibers of a dream…
The night became still once more. The words lay vivid on the ground. The moon shines as never before. Bless this moon light indeed.
~Enreal
What say you muse… shall we have a go? Shall we venture into the area which has been left unattended for too long… for this place has become overgrown… it has become wild.
What say you muse… shall you accompany me this evening? For it has been too long… the tales are wide and adventures need to be shared… what say you muse… shall we?
I believe we shall dear friend …
it has been too long and the air is crisp with anticipation…
it is fresh with dry water
alive with the winds which caress
Caress with icy hands that burn not the skin
Where is this place you speak of… for I see beauty in this darkness
that which is invisible to the dark
yet tangible and real
I see nothing abandoned…
All is well and right… all which is in plain sight… yet it is my mind which is ripe… awaiting a friend to accompany my thoughts tonight
Words and visions.
Thoughts and creations.
Songs and lyrics.
Colors and Sounds
It is my mind which races during slumber
It is my dreams which keep my soul awake
I am grateful
I am bursting
So what say you muse? Shall we go and make art… shall we once more make that which is obscure… clear?
Indeed we shall
Speak softly
Listen slowly
Believe truly
It will soon pass
Watch closely
As the winds weep
And the waters grieve
Upon the summers sleep
Whisper and sigh
Let your mind cry
Think upon things
Bring forth the hidden wings
Day and night
Shadows of light
Time and place
Full of wisdoms grace
For want of nothing
For need of something
For understanding and sight
Grant us the vision, be it right
With any amount time
For any amount of space
For any given moment
With every granted space
every moment
every treasure
every smile
every pleasure
These moments are cast
Placed in the past
For all shall soon pass
But memories,
they are what last
Maybe next time I’ll dance
Live with no limitations
Be free from my demands
Maybe next time I’ll smile
Dance with my emotions
Be free from the shadows of the sad
Maybe next time I’ll try
to simply be
For a short while
Me
Maybe next time in another place
At another point of life
Another juncture
Something new
I was daydreaming for a short while. Living in the moment, living in my dream. I was important, I was beautiful, I was full of joy, I was free from hope. For hope had succeeded, in my daydream. I was free from my fears. For a short while I was happy in my mind.
The scene finally focused and there I was… here I was… living in my reality. I thought… next life I will live… this is simply practice… seeing all I could be doing in my next life…
Then I realized
I gave up.
I give up.
Am I really ready to give up on my dreams? Am I really ready to settle? Am I really ready to wait for the next time? Am I?
All I can say is maybe I am. I am tired. I am disappointed. I had my dreams, now all I have is reality setting in. The reality that I see… is not the beautiful visions of my dreams.
Once upon a time… there lived a girl, she was special, beautiful, important… This girl was full of joy and free from fear.
One day she fell asleep and awoke in a new world… it was very strange and alien to anything she had ever seen before… it was when she gazed at her reflection did she see she was real… the scene was real… it was as true as her mind let her believe… when she tried to fall asleep to return home… she realised there was no going back, she realised the dream had been truly a dream, and this new reality was her future…
to be asleep, to be awake, to believe in what we need to see… is this what it means to be real? Or maybe we see what we need to believe…
Maybe
In another life
Maybe next time I will live
Journals Of Enreal 