A Time of Dreams
I found myself in a country
of huge living skies,
speaking your dreams
of earth, the great teacher.
I was standing by a mesa,
felt its warmth against my skin,
fingers spanning epochs
flattened into inches,
whispering mantras
and prayers in your name,
not in memory
but for your continuing
presence of love.
I spoke to you,
my spine square to red earth;
you were there in each rock,
the cactus, every molecule of air,
in the eagle’s eye lasering my soul.
When finally I awoke
it was another age, as if seconds
had stretched into centuries.
But you were there
and took my hand.
It was the most natural thing
poem © copyright dfbarker 2012
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This is fantastic, David! Perfectly executed and brilliantly written! You held me captive until the very end. Bravo, good sir!
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Would it be ok with you if I reblogged this (giving credit, of course)?
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What a beautiful dream it was..
“and prayers in your name,
not in memory
but for your continuing
presence of love.”
…loved these beautiful warm words
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Hi David,
what a wonderful feeling to wake up with 🙂 Lovely poem as always!
“When finally I awoke, it was another age” – I can relate to that experience, I once fainted when I was 15, and I found myself in the Swiss Alps, flying like a bird lol. When I woke up, it was as if years had gone by. In fact, just some minutes had!
Have you ever been in California?
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Finding the most natural thing in the presence of such forceful nature – I like to think we’ve all enjoyed the ectasy of such a moment. Beautifully captured!
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Thank you so much! Yes, please go ahead and reblog if you wish – I would be very grateful!
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Thank you so much! I am grateful.
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Thank you Soma! And thank you for the nomination – I am truly honoured!
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Ina, I thank you once again! You had a very interesting experience! Sadly (?), no I haven’t been to California… except in my dreams. 😉
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Thank you once again Louise!
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That’s a lovely poem for Mother’s Day.
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Thank you Susan – I hadn’t thought of that… but you’re right!
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David, this is a most beautiful, haunting poem.
“Fingers spanning epochs
flattened into inches”
A wonderful line.
I am sorry to have missed a few of your posts but the flu wiped me out and it’s just too much trying to catch up. I would have to catch up equally with everyone and there are just too many!! But I am back and that’s the main thing, raring to go and enjoy your beautiful creativity.
Christine x
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Hi, glad to hear you’re getting better. And don’t worry about ‘catching up’, just take it easy!
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“seconds stretching into centuries’ That’s an amazing thought! That really captures how some moments can seem timeless.
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Lovely. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Here, There Be Gods.
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You are most welcome. 🙂
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Thank you!!!
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Thank you very much!
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I thank you so much!
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Hi,
A beautiful poem, very nice indeed, well done. 🙂
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Thank you Mags!!!
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Such a way with words you have that takes the reader with you.
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A wonderful, beautiful poem, David! So many good lines in this – can’t choose a favorite. Feel that I’ve been in that place….
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Great write, and an enjoyable read.
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Thank you so much! I’m grateful to you.
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Thank you Betty, you’re very kind as always! I’ve been there… in my dreams.
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James, thank you very much!
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So beautiful. As I understand it, you are describing a relationship with Mother Nature. Am I correct?
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Hi, thank you for your comments! Yes, kind of, nature, or maybe someone we know… 😉
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The beloved never dies to our hearts. As a frequent visitor to the American Southwest while raising my two children, I very much appreciate your “walking on the mesas” in this poem with us.
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Cacti & succulents, compelling beauties in nature, as they descended from the oceans, tolerate weather extremes & possess unique defenses against their enemies…
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Thank you Granbee! Yes, I’ve always been fascinated by mesas and ‘inselbergs’ as called them in geography.
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Thank you again, Lindy!
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First, I apologize for getting you name wrong. I used what was in your URL.
David, this is the sort of poem that I absolutely love, the thing that comes from spirit and heart and not a think of the mind. It’s pure and true. Absolutely lovely. Thank you!
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Jamie, thank you so very much!
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Wow, David, this is incredible writing; esp. the verse below, however, the entire poem is amazing!
“my spine square to red earth;
you were there in each rock,
the cactus, every molecule of air,
in the eagle’s eye lasering my soul”.
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Thank you very much, Lauren!
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