Distant Dreams

Miscellany

This first poem is dedicated to my dear friend Betty

Granny

From the silence of the stars
from the dark of night to the warmth of a bright sunny day
from the meadow to the streams
from the forest to the snow capped hills
and all the creatures that dwell within
you show us love compassion and the beauty
of your heart and soul
a love so true and strong
t'were it so by all humankind
one day all the spirits will intertwine
and a place for all

For the Wolf and the Hawk
the Eagle and Cats
and most of all for
*The Little Ones*

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Christmas Night

Look up in the sky tonight
a magic array of stars has formed
pulsing to the beat of our hearts and souls
the midnight air is crisp and cold
and high on this mountain peak
my breath a misty haze it forms

Images of spirits
past present and future shimmer and form
translucent icicle shapes they take
past heroes, sung and unsung
Zeus, Athena, Ulysses and Diana
Merlin, Arthur and Guinevere

Excalibur gleams like a beacon on this night
and like comets they streak across the skies
this is the day we all return
with Hawk to lead and guide
to spread

****Joy and Hope to Humankind****

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The Artist

Brush in hand palette at his side
he stares far off places in his eyes
the past, present, future maybe even time
awaits the stirring of his heart and soul

The mists that surround him begin to clear
in his mind thoughts now take shape
colours glow and like a liquid rainbow
etch the images shimmering there

Quickly now the brush its magic starts
pictures from the heart and depth of him appear
as from a wizards wand on canvas near
more alive as with each caress from hand and brush
"A new masterpiece is born"

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The Magician

To Camelot from the past he came
Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot,
Excalibur, Sword and Stone, a myth of magic
his wand he waved stars they tumbled from the sky
and sprinkled dust like fairy mist across the land
a pollen for all of nature that he held so dear

The little ones they laughed and played
to help them his new crusade
might tasks he undertook
to create a better place to live and thrive
despair he felt from time to time
his wand the only tool then came Hawk and Alien
other friends of legend and myth
together they flew with the Dove
"On Wings of Love"

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Dream Weaver

Like the Pied Piper she gathers them near
from here there everywhere
to see the magic she weaves
goblins ghosts santa and his reindeer
even a mouse may appear

The little ones her domain
precious souls she cares for
on her work they gaze with awe
mouths eyes all open wide
little faces pressed to the screen

This candy store is for one for all
from tiny to tall
the young and not so young
who remember those days
pay homage
for after all, she is
"The Dream Weaver"

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On Wings of Flight

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