In between the cusp of a dream.

Taking in 

another breathe

of a dream

it all unfolds

behind closed eyes.

On the arc

of a dream

one sits 

on a rainbow comfortably.

Drinking from the chalice,

let Merlin cast his spell-

a thousand beacons

light the sky,

while hearing the angels sing.

Around the synopsis

hidden in a dream,

Gulliver's travels

tied down

all thoughts little.

Where peace of mind

started from a beginning

the wings of a nightmare 

ring true in a glass

containing time.

With the vessel now broken

new horizons are cast

over grains of sand

out toward 

the mirage of seas.

Living in empty shells

one hears the seas of promise

meanwhile cows 

on the moon roam

and the chords of reality

are lost in the search.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i hope the pastures are good up there for the cows...the moon is hard to jump over or from...
the chords lost...Merlin cast his spell....i am hearing Moody Blues...New Horizons out sea...and are you sitting comfortably...Lost Chord and On the threshold of a dream.
great stuff in this poem...love the references and how you bring them in with subtlety.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

haha Yes I'm going through a phase of listening to the moody blues and my thoughts are channelled through their music. Great pick up Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Next to the Beatles...my favorite group...saw them in '94 and expected to love them because of how great they were in the past...but they sounded so good that night...i was taken back....and they played many songs that were just on albums...not big hits...the stuff only Moody Blues fans would appreciate ...they were great.
Children's Children is still my favorite of their albums...

[andrew mitchell]

yes and I liked the Threshold of a dream and the seventh sojourn.