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When dreams arrive,

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When dreams arrive, 


Sunbeams dance shimmer-light sparkles into

Space. Life heart beats magic sapphire weavings

And tumble-skip up, down,  across and through

Heaven’s doorway and angelic streamings.

Sights with flutter sounds and keen eyes perceive

Gold and silver moons in mist streams rising.

When dreams arrive, then sleep walk, I believe

Means Life is more or less unsurprising.

For what is seen, felt within our dream states,

Mountain-shouts louder than any Thing real;

Loudly brighter when the soul’s heart relates

To visions in an elemental wheel

Bestowed on beings with human features

By such grace filled celestial creatures.


                     ~r.

                         All rights reserved,

                  © June 1, 2007 R. Braley

                            (astralshepherd)



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Author notes

trying something different - and, no, i do not care
that its not a 'perfect' sonnet
i wanted a sonnet for an open mic session.
its really intended to be read aloud

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  • soulfultia gold member
    July 13, 2007

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    First thing to catch my eye, your stunning boarder! Love it, leads me to believe, I am in for a wonderfully gentle and smooth penning This was a wonderful penning, delivering as promised in appearance a smooth pursuit of words carrying metaphorical magic! Lovely work from you! Loved it ~tia


  • poetryality silver member
    July 11, 2007

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    BRILLIANT!

    There is a wonderful soothing quality to this poetry. I felt delighted in the sense of knowing that there is nothing perfect in the world... no not even a sonnet. I have tried to ask for understanding with this form, even Shakespeare wrote sonnets that sometimes had 11 syllables to count. This is precious Richard. I am always delighted to read your poetry. Beautiful!


    Much Love Always ♥

    Renee


  • rhondasail
    July 3, 2007

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    When dreams arrive, the truth is visible...

    I love the idea this places in my mind...that we are so close to heaven when we sleep and dream...to let go of the 'reality' of our life and just 'Be' with the flow of all things in their elemental state...mmmmmm. This is such a releasing and healing write, Shepherd...makes me feel as though I just left my Tai Chi class, fully energized and whole...I adore your writing here...as always...*HUGS*...Peace, Rhonda


  • Whoochi gold member
    June 6, 2007

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    This is absolutely breath-taking....shines with splendor..love how you broke the word stance..this was like having a wonderful warm, soft spiritual blanket covering and comforting me..these lovly thoughts will linger in my mind for time to come, never to evaporate...


  • kjack
    June 4, 2007

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    This is once again another heavenly piece of art you have brushed with your words. Your work never fails to amaze me more and more. Breathtaking. I am at a complete loss for words.

    becca


  • Nicolette gold member
    June 4, 2007

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    There is a depth of spirituality in your poetry that always touches me in that special place deep within. And how well it looks on this page - such a fine eye for art you have too, Richard. Like Myra, I can only sit here and imagine you reading this poem aloud...how softly it falls on all the senses. Lovely poetry, my friend.

    ~ Nicolette


  • myrataal gold member
    June 4, 2007

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    I am touched, Richard, once again ...

    by the gentleness of your being. Reading your work, is like looking at lovely submerged picturesque landscapes ... and are those pictures not exactly what dreams are? I think dying is like dreaming becoming real. I saw the father of my children at his final breath, and I saw the wondrous clarity and incredible brightness of recognition in his eyes: two stars before they fell to dust. I was filled with joy, for he saw his dream: Soria Moria, the Land of Brothers and Sisters, and our Heavenly Father, our Beloved Christ and the Spirit guiding him safely Home.

    Thank you for unleashing in me the wonderment of spiritual clarity, once again. I love your work and I sit at your feet, listening to you reading this beautiful poem to me.

    Thank you for enjoying my work and for the lovely and sensitive comment. It is cool balm on wounds.

    Love
    Myra


  • lisargh
    June 1, 2007

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    I read this twice, the first time silently and I loved it, it is so so beautiful Richard, such promise and hope.
    The second time on your instruction, I read it aloud and this poem exploded into a different realm.
    This poem is perfect read silently or out loud both giving a different wonderful flavour.
    Blessings to you Richard, I guess therapy was good for you
    Love
    Lisa xx

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