Serendipitous Symphonies


Splendid speeches spool slowly from the locked away mind

Our distanced hopes and dreams this world would never wish us to find

Sincere songs of souls and sweet goodbyes

Every dream a snipet

Each thought a line

Together

Intended to enchant the divine

A symphony of people and places across time

A message of serendipity

Of fullness

To thrive

Each piece a measure

Of all of our lives. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017

Paper Telescope 


Formed from inginuity,

Forged in imagination,

A vessel of special interactions,

To construct and display images rarely seen by men. 

A view of the heart,

A picture of the soul,

Panoramas of pure poetry skirting  across the sky. 

Once our hearts are released they take to the sky. 

So every night, 

As I take out my delicate telescope,

I feast upon paintings of love,

Displays of devotion across the heavens.

Dreams and tears collide,

With sights beyond measure.

At every dawn the map is folded away,

Leaving our paper telescopes to trace the pathways forged in darkness by the illumination of our hearts. 

Every day is a journey. 

Every night an adventure. 

I left my heart in the stars,

So that’s where you’ll find me. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017

Dreaming on the Horizon


Upon the lines this world has drawn,

Light lies licking the blooming morning sky.

I am able to see for miles and miles in every direction,

But every plane of vision stops at the line.

Not too long ago the world ended at those edges,

Pieces of a box we all once lived in.

Confined humanity to the reaches of the eyes,

Not believing in the reaches of the mind.

Dreams, they exude up and out, 

Sink and rise, flutter and fly.

Skip across the waters,

Somersault every mountain,

Traverse devastating deserts,

Conquer crippling tundras.

No horizon can hold back dreams.

No prison can suppress,

Let not our thoughts depress,

Or this world bring duress,

To the ravishing creations we design.

We are the architect of not just our future, but the past and the present too.

Live your life through dreams,

And live on the horizons,

Free. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017

Drowning in Dreams


Step. Step. 

Tip. Toe

Each one closer, closer, to the end of the dock. 

Just wait till the big step comes at last, I’m sent hurdling, reeling,

I make a splash. Oh what a spectacle, a sight to see, 

I’m flailing, I’m struggling, I cannot get free! 

I’m below the surface, submerged, immersed, I’ve lost the dock, 

I’ve descended into darkness, what could be lurking near, which way is up? 

They are crowded around me, like moths drawn to the only lamp in a desolate field, not a gap to be seen, 

I’m drowning in mayhem, a skyscraper of aspirations collapsing and covering me with debris, suffocating in dreams. 

I’ve found my rest at the bottom, amoung the discarded items, lost memories, all in the bleak unending dark, 

Just another sunken treasure, an enchanting post card never delivered, lost at sea, lost at heart.

The air disperses, it turns and bends, it seeps from the cracks that lie in my fragile bones. 

I’m without words to comfort, or methods to transport them with tones. 

Here I lay, wrecked at last. 

The madness caught up with me, I possess only the distinct lack of anything but a continuous state of lacking itself. 

Weighted down by the very thing I cry to express, only by that which I sought to herald to the masses,

Dreams come alive every moment of the day, but to no avail,

Just escape from me like precious word of life departing in time, as bubbles of air leaving my lungs. 

Creation not tended to or nurtured is a disastrous crime. 

So I’ve come upon my sentence, 

The punishment, 

The ruin. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017

Who Influences your Dreams…

The one who dreams, believes. 


Eyes flutter, breath returns. 

Thoughts sputter, mind yearns. 

Another waking moment,

Another morning light, 

Roused from dreams held onto so tight.

Where to go, where to be,

Who to know, who to see. 

Shapes form and construct the world we encounter, discover, and live in,

Colors and sounds shape the emotions we expereince, perceive, and draw in. 

I’m a formless thought, 

A motionless dream,

Until those forces apply pressure, 

They procure positions and mold my lines,

I’m trapped between letters and empty inside. 

“No longer!” I say, nay I declare. 

I am my own being, remove your weight from me. It isn’t fair.

The fields of gold grow without restraint,

Yet daily I find myself chained down without a moment to my own. 

When did The Dream cease to matter?

This world can get a room, I’m not waiting in this queue, 

For what? 

So I can be a programmed clone?

It’s taken enough of my soul, enough of my time. 

I’m me, I’m a dream, can’t you see?

My heart is in the clouds,

If you need me, 

That is where I’ll be. 

I shed the influence, the intentions,  of a ruthless, grounded world, 

And gaze to the works of my brothers and sisters in skyward arms. 

Oh dreamers immerse me in wonderstruck thought,

Oh dreams take me to the skies I’ve always sought. 

Be free of the torture and hurt,

Be broken from the shackles and bottomless pits of despair. 

To the blossoming sunset,

To the meandering stars.

Let’s get lost on the horizons,

Let us,

Go Far. 
Copyright Dream Beyond 2017