Conceiver of blue guitar dreams,
proclaimer of starlit prophecies,
she walks in circles
to the sound of blue guitars.
Speaks with rhyme
in a thousand pieces
and creates visions
of first impressions.
Her surprises are
without limitations.
The words she embraces
reflect star-beams into
the Sestinas of her heart.
She hears the symphony
of the blue notes
and becomes the music.
Her moon directs the sky
and orchestrates her desires.
She dances to the sound
of a thousand harps.
Sings to the soul of her being
with rhapsodic melodies
and whispers refrains of amour.
At the moment of echoes,
her passions are returned
by the sultry kiss of the stars.
Dreamer
Helga G. Wilson
Such is the dreamer
Invisible, intangible, unreal
Drifting through time, forever seeking
Believing in the unbelievable
Dreaming of love eternal
Looking for a star
And never knowing why
He just keeps drifting in dreams
Catching what can not be caught
Holding what can not be held
Living in a world, that does not exist
Seeking his eternal love
Reaching for his special star
And never knowing why
Until one day he finds this world
Forever leaves reality behind
Becoming one with space and time
Truly invisible, truly intangible
Wrapped within eternal love
He touches that elusive star
Understanding why, at last
The Freedom Of Dreams
Sheila Badham
Throughout my eager watching
Through closed eyes
The panorama of my dreams unfold.
I walk in stranger towns than mine
Where friends, long gone
Turn up with questing minds.
They laugh, and share with me
Their hopes and fears
Not knowing they are phantoms
In my world
Yet every night I walk their paths
Share vibrant colours
Skies and seas.
Until dawn comes, reality returns
The door to freedom locked
Until I dream again.
