Dreams Out of the Blue
Blue acedia creates a deep longing
a longing to see, a longing to be,
In a completely different light
as distinct as day from night,
as blue from black,
a way to perceive life's dreams
that has no need to ever gaze back.
The purest view
only found in 'all things made new'.
DREAM.
I stand alone in the vast wide open
Underneath the most beautific blue sky.......
At a crossroad of dirt lane and iron track
Keenly I watch as a slow moving train creeps by,
I on the warm earth trail
It on a cold steel rail,
I with vision to view all that is alive
It with a single blind iron eye,
I at liberty to move anywhere about,
It forever attached to a mundane, routine route.......
It moves abjectly, like a corpse thrown in a rill,
I follow the song of my soul, the pace of my own free will.
- There seems a deep necessity out here,
The need of empty places,
To lose the blues, and find grace abundant
In gifts, glimpses and traces -
DREAM.
I dream I am inside my mind.
I stand here alone,
Feeling the wind of deep thought
All around me forever blown;
It is an endless, treeless praire-
A deep blue sky
Flows illusory about me.
From very far above
Radiant sunlight pours down a glorious glow,
Giving golden grass reason to dance
In giddy gladness below.
Immobile, and silent, I observe -with utter awareness-
Extrordinary ideas like tumbleweeds in a whirlwind whisping by;
They leave indiscriminate flashes of fire
To burn ontic holes in my encumbered sky.
I try to grasp them,
But to no avail.......
For so soon they've flown
Leaving no clue, and no trail.
In my mind I wait and wonder:
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poem by Smoky Hoss
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