LOST in DREAMLAND
Often in my dreams I’m lost
Searching for a far-off home.
No great tension, but unease,
As through those endless streets I roam.
Not knowing where, on earth or heaven,
This aimless wandering is taking me,
I trip and stumble, vaguely sensing
There’s somewhere else I’d rather be.
Pressure builds as worry mounts;
Unrest and trepidation rise.
Strain and traction build with tension,
As with my terrors I fantasise.
I always wake both tense and sweating,
No resolution ever reached,
Leaving me, instead of rested,
Stressed, still tired, my fears increased.
The Sky is Sad today
Its Clouds Weep bitter joyless Tears
While Winter Winds arouse the foam-topped Waves
Would that they Wash away my burgeoning Fears.
The night has its fears,
It is fraught with mistrust;
I lie in a mist,
My mind swathed in dust.
When sleep will not come,
When rest is denied,
My mind is a playground,
Sense cast aside.
Struggling with thoughts,
A barrage of cares
That hardly make sense.
Then fears invade,
Not something I sought.
What happened to reason,
To logical thought?
So I wait for the morning,
The return of the light,
To banish the tension
And put fears to flight.
‘Contemplation: Rydal Water’ … Pen&Ink – WHB
Tales Once Told
The rain-filled sky is bleak and sad today,
Its loaded clouds weep bitter joyless tears,
While winter winds arouse the foam-topped waves,
Seeking to prove the truth of all my fears.
Tears, as raindrops, fall when I feel sad.
I shed them as I think what might have been.
For fears that life, with time, is running out
Reflect on what my life has come to mean.
The joys of youth now turned to old age cares,
And I must be content that life was long.
So many of the friends who I once knew
Have now departed, lived, and sung their song.
But, I will join them in the realms of gold,
And we can reminisce on tales once told.