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I MET YOU IN A DREAM

 

 

                         Deep in forest green

                      Elfin maiden singing songs

                         Forever's not a when

 

                                   *

 

       Night in the village

          Hero with magic sword

          Proud black stallion

       Painted eaves, sculptured shutters

          A night bird's call

          Heart beats

             A sense of velvet

          A dream Hunter

          Prowls in mystic darkness . . .

 

       Nightingales in blossoms sing

       Elfland host dance in fairy ring

                   My love, she calls to me

 

       Snowy swan casts twilight shade

       Through mountain pass and forest glade

                   She calls to me

 

       Ancient trees dream through winter's night

       Nestlings greet each spring's new light

                   And still, she calls to me

 

       Life dreams--

          Whispering schemes

       Crimson apples in an azure sky

          Soft plans

          Sweeping sands

       Silver apples in a midnight sky

          Wet dreams

          Moon beams

       Azure apples in a crimson sky

 

       Horse and Hunter stand

          Brow of hill

       A dreamer's dawn in scarlet reflections

          Brow of Hunter

       Lips give wind to Hunter's horn

       Ears perked

          Brow of beast

       A brightening sky

       Pregnant with summer thunder

       Gives green promise

       The Lady's gentle magic

       Draws him into

       A day of rainbows

          Brow of Lady

 

                   Cool

                   Soft

                   As sun on snow peaks

                   Laughter

                      A sense of lace

                   On the air

                   On my cheek

                   In the sky

                      Listen!

 

       Cool of the morning

          Music of the creek

       Melt water on round stones

          Frog croaks

          Insect drone

          Flutter of bird's wings

       Blossoms drift in the current

       Scent of wild flowers

       Smell of pine

          Laughter

          Sense of leather

                Lonely Hunter

 

                My heart

                      On the wing

                For you

                      In the sky

                Hoof beats!

                      Comes the Hunter

                Listen!

                      Song of my heart

                You, the gazelle

                      I, the Hunter

                On a quest of the heart

                      Lonely Hunter

 

       Daffodil

          Taffeta frill

       Dancing Lady

       Curtsies to meadow flowers

       Dew-drop petal eyes wink back

       Hawk hovers high

       In ridge-top morning song

       Touch tag cloud game

          And the Lady

          Dances on . . .

 

       Life schemes--

          Living dreams

       Alien apples in a surrealistic sky

          Quiet chats

          Vampire bats

       Little green apples in a Roger Miller sky

          Wet streets

          Talking bird that greets

       Surrealistic apples in a dreamer's sky

 

       Daisies dot

          Meadow grass

       Day grows hot

          Mid-day, mid-summer

       And the Lady dances

          Lacy silhouette

       Soft against a brilliant sky

       A summer song drifts

       In the pollen-laden air

          The life fires of the year

          Are banked high in a blaze

       And the Lady

          Dances on . . .

 

       Does the moon of September

          Remember

          The heat of heart fires in spring?

       Can the mid-year moon of solstitial June

          Deny

          The flood poured forth from the heart

          In July?

       And the January moon,

          What of her?

          What is quickening in her deep

                Or is she simply asleep?

 

                      I've hunted you

                      Beneath all these moons

                      And more . . .

 

       Ah, the August orb

          Languid Lady of summer lust

          Hot days and warm nights

          Silver rays on midnight delights . . .

 

       A spring moon

       Fills the heart

       Like a sweet and sparkling wine

       But the harvest moon

       Fertility temptress

       Fills the mind

       Like a deep and heady brew

 

             Dancing Lady

             I am hunting you

             With bow drawn

             Soon you'll feel

             My love's dart

                   Sense of skin

                   Lonely Hunter

 

       Life reaches--

          Shaping matter to will

       Loving apples in a translucent sky

          Touching hands

          Marriage plans

       Silken apples in a velvet sky

          And she withdraws

          To make him reach the more

       Living apples in a golden sky

          Have you dreamed before?

 

                                   *

 

                When sun splashes

                On my face

                High above the world

                Alpine rainbow bridge

                      It's you I'm thinking of

 

                            Softly

                Kiss me the scented

                Sunset of you

                            Swiftly

                Fly me the secret

                Orange rind heart of you

 

                            I kiss the hands

                            That have touched you

                               In joyous hope of resurrection

                               In your smile

 

       Life hopes--

          True love

       Heart-felt apples in a lover's hand

          Meaningful relations

          United Nations

       Velvet apples in a silken sky

          Honesty and trust

          Childhood innocence

       Sweet green apples in a neighbor's yard

          Have you reached before?

                   Blue eyes flash

                   Across spaces

                   And a vision

                   Of futures

                   Slides into place

       Golden apples in a perfumed hand

          Have you schemed before?

                   Reservations for two

                   Perfect music

                   Delicious food

                   A touch of mystery

                   That magic moment

       Perfumed apples in an agate tree

          Have you lived before?

                   Rocket realms

                   And frontier wastes

                   Electronics and stone cities

       Ebony apples in a golden hand

          Have you loved before?

 

       The Lady dances

          Lace and dragonflies

       Toes touch meadow grass

          And reach to the Earth's core

       Fingers pierce the sky

          Hawk is a ring on her finger

       Clouds laugh in high places

          And the Lady dances on . . .

 

                                                          cat soft

                                                    the chase

                                           a falling star

                                                             to me

                                                       across

                                  lonely

                                                             laughter

                                                             so sweet

 

                                                          dance!

                                           let forth your imprisoned oy!

 

                                                             dance!

                                                          feel

                                                       me

                                                 sing!

                                        sing of us together

                                     ancient

                               yet new in this time

                                              feel

                                           me

                               I will sing you a dawn

                            and populate it with galaxies

                            I

                         hunt you

                with passionate pageantry

             magic sword drawn

                                     sense of satin

                                  lonely Hunter

 

      

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