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I wrote it last night out of boredom. Tell me what you think? (Ne stealing.)

The Dreamer

There is a single place upon this earth
Where owls will rest their wings from winter’s flight,
And lay their dreams to sleep at last, allowing
A single eye to peek out from the cave,
And look again upon the face of earth,
Instead of dreaming ceaselessly of skies.
It lies between the mountains and the forest,
Where fog-drenched fingers caress evergreens;
From there the view is soft with golden light,
And pale, from maiden frost who walks its paths:
The owls will rest in no location but
This very spot, where seas are heard far off
As if the world held snail shells to its ears.
Here secrecy dwells also, here where all
Is green and tendril-draped, where all is Eden,
Where owls no longer need their pretty dreams.
I turned my head, just barely, to the right
To see my footsteps dripping down the slope,
With sparrows pecking grain from where it fell
Out from my share of food stashed in a cloth,
Such mildly printed footfalls. Next to them,
The roar of an untangled waterfall,
A great grey whisker blooming from the clouds,
Calmed only when the sunlight turned its rays
To poison arrows, which it never did.
I shiver now, to know that I have come
Upon this place where all the owls go
When they have nothing sweet to call their own:
When birds fly south, the wisdom of the owls
Directs their instinct to this paradise,
Where water runs in perfect, pebbled streams,
And by the vineyards blushing into wine.
I have not seen an owl yet landing here:
They all fly up above my head, in circles,
Like shining halos for this blessed earth,
What do they do up there? I’ll never know
How they can rest their wings, flying so high.

What does it mean to waken from the night?
I thought, when I was walking in that place,
That I was dreaming up the harmonies,
And woven sunsets of the warmest wool,
I thought that I imagined up those owls,
That hovered in majestic silence there:
How wrong was I, to think I dreamed the world!
The world has dreamed me, through its wisdom’s owls!

by W.L. Mantis


Thaks thanks. biggrin