Dreams and Reality January 2008 – by Susie Hemingway

Dreaming in the ribboned night,
of Planets, Stars and all things bright
in velvet hues of inky black,
the smoky mists that take me back
to cosy nights and ‘Welcome’ mats.
In scarlet colours of my mind
such simple things that still survive.
Dreams that are the very best
sweet smelling babies in their vests.

Crystal eyes in dreams of thee
the way together, to simply be.
Gentle hands in swirling clouds
the brain that whizzed and wondered how?
Such purple days of solitude,
in quiet temperate harmony.
The thoughts of many twinkling flights…
return to me in silenced nights,
times of midnight Desert walks
the smell of incense in the air
times in life with sensual flair.

Close your eyes, dear one for me
and dream of ‘midnight blue’ the sea,
dream of opal shell-like sands
along Agamy’s* mystic land.
Rest sweet one and lose your pain
for I will try another day,
fortitude comes in swirling clouds
in sheets of drizzle around me now.
If I could find another way,
then I won’t have failed again today.

*A beach on the outskirts of Alexandria Egypt.

@ Copyright 2008