Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 54

Princess Bride

Sleepynation wakes the dawning,

Spiesthe bunting on each ledge,

Somethingspecial stirs the scent of

Incensewafting in the breeze.

 

Quickto dress in finery

Tosuit such glorious occasion,

Chinsheld high and chests puffed full

Inmaximum anticipation.

 

Fourwhite horses lead the carriage

Fullydraped in ceremony

Asthe trumpets sound the herald

Echoingglad tidings all.

 

Outshe steps to breathless watchers,

Daintilyher footfall glides,

Steadfastlyher regal father

Leadshis angel down the aisle.

 

Nowshe stands before the altar,

Nationswatching, filled with pride,

Andher young prince stands beside her

Proudto wed his princess bride.

 

Heartshine

Mindfulembraces form

Elegantsources

Gentlycaressing the

Lace-coverededges of memory 

Harboringevery emotion,

AsI feel your Heartshine

Softon my face.

 

Brighterthan sunlight,

Fresherthan springtime,

Warmerthan summer

Ibask in your glow.

Suppleas willow trees

Free-flowingbranches

Dancingwith breezes,

Ihold your embrace.

 

Welcomesweet Heartshine,

Comestay a while.

Lingertil long shadows

Fadeinto night.

Joyis your reverie,

Truthyour companion,

Beckoningall

Tojoin in your chase.

Shifting Sands of Time

Timehas a habit of slipping away

Asshe constantly moves in a finite direction,

Nostepping back,

Nochildhood do-overs,

Onlynow and tomorrow,

Onlyhere and hereafter.

 

Butthat doesn’t cede that

Thepast holds no meaning,

Orshould be diminished in memory’s vault.

Hertreasures are deep

Andher lessons are many.

Herhalls and her chambers

Linedwith love, dreams and laughter.

 

Andthough the sands may shift underfoot

Asthe tides roll out,

Asthe tides roll in,

Westand at her shore

Andsearch her horizon,

Amazedat the bounty she holds deep within.

 

Memory

I’vebeen stuffing my cranium

Seven decades plus with

Theknowledge and wisdom

Ofmemory’s keep.

Sooften my mind wants

Toburst at the seams,

Yetalways finds room

Forthe new and unique.

 

Dreamsof my youth

Mayhave vanished in vapors

Ormerely transitioned

Tofit circumstance,

Aswhispers of time

Criedout new direction

Andchance took my hand

Andbade me to dance.

 

Whateverthe course, I pray

Letit continue to

Growand spread light

Sothat others might see.

Andwhen Fate finally calls

I’llleave something behind,

Ifonly a wrinkle

Intheir memory.

 

A Child’s Folly

Tuckme in and say goodnight,

Nowthe day, at last, is done.

Agentle kiss upon my cheek

Sayseverything will be alright,

Helpsme sleep straight through the night,

Keepsthe monsters from my closet

Onceyou’ve turned off all the lights.

 

Gentledreams are sure to follow

Ina new world far away

Wheredaffodils play on the hill

WithMother Goose, Jack and Jill,

Andall the king’s horses find their gait

Asthey primp and prance about at will.

 

AndI have thoughts of being big,

Ido what I see grownups do.

Inever-so simplistic ways

Ibanter through their hectic day

Torecreate the fantasy

Tilmorning’s light comes into play.

 

Marvelous Angels

Aquick kiss goodnight

Thenoff to Dreamland,

Punchingmy ticket to sweet solitude,

Lollingand resting in quiet seclusion,

Caresbecome vaporous vanishing ghosts.

 

Farfrom the mad-hatter quicksand reality,

Safefrom the fires that raged at my feet.

Seekingthe freedom the spirit requires while

Sowingthe seeds of replenishing fruit.

 

Flashescome quickly and stay but an instant,

Notlong enough to scar memory’s core,

Butsomething remains

AsI know upon waking that

Burdensare lifted to start the new day.

Wheredo they come from?

Marvelousangels

Bornof a whisper

Lighterthan air.

Restingwith miracles

Waitingand ready

Tilslumber awakens and calls them to play.

 

The Cost

Good morning, my good and trusted friend;

So lovely, as always, to visit again.

Can’t seem to remember how long it has been
Since the last timeour two paths have crossed.

Was it late September

          Asseasons were changing?
Time loses meaning
          With lives rearranging,
And memory fails inthe process of aging
And old friendshipsfade until lost.

But we are forever,and never forget.
We’ll last past thesunset,
          No fear of regret.
A boy and his dreamever present, as yet
Unfulfilled, stillweighing the cost.

 

I Dreamed an Angel

Some believe,

          Some deny,

                    Some have reservations

Having never touched oreven seen

And wouldn’t evenrecognize

The flow,

          The glow,

The haunting brilliance

Dancing in her eyes.

But I believe,

          Can conceive

                    The sweet soft features in her face

As she appears,

          Consoles my fears

                    And disappears without a trace.

 

Sleep Without Dreams

Keeping up appearance,

Dancing the dance of thesocialite,

Hanging on shallow words

Meant to impress,

Breathing the corporatemantra,

Hmmm… ya ya hmmm… ya yahmmm.

Day in

Day out,

Days flow by unyielding.

Not my own…

Someone else’s vision,

Someone else’s profit.

Someday soon I’ll spreadmy wings,

Plot my course,

Find my way.

This nine to fiveexistence

Is like sleep withoutdreams;

Restores the body

But does nothing for thesoul.

But I want to dream…

I have a dream,

And someday soon…

Someday…

Soon.

Waking Up

I know I had a dream lastnight,

But can’t remember it atall.

No details. Not a singleone.

Just a happy glow thatleft me warm.

 

Spectrums filled withglowing light.

Images both grand andsmall.

A first class flight intothe sun

With hands that keep mesafe from harm.

 

Something in it feels soright

Answering the siren’scall.

A million treasures to bewon.

No resistance to hercharm.

 

Landing safely from myflight,

Eyes wide open, standingtall.

Sweet dream lady, comeand gone,

Leaving me to sense hercharm.