/poems/the-place-where-all-my-dreams-come-from
THE PLACE WHERE ALL MY DREAMS COME FROM
The clouds grew to hide the Sun, so rarely gone,
always and forever
in the place where all my dreams come from
and, for most the year, even at night it was felt
but not just now
in the place where all my dreams come from
unsettling the settled, the storm stayed on for days
like a flu on the landscape
of the place where all my dreams come from
is the land still dreaming? does the dozing sleeper know?
if I still belong
to the place where all my dreams come from?
“child of mine” said the Earth to me, “ I gave you mind to dream of things
to make and see and wander away
from the place where all your dreams come from”
so dream I do, my dreams, from the eye inside of me
dwell I do with immortal ancients still being one
with the place where all my dreams come from
Mother me and Father me, through sand grains at my feet
and speak to me in the air and the heat, the wind and the cold
of the place where all my dreams come from
for some will rage with fear and guns, and for some the blinkers cheat
“but I made your eyes wide open Son”
said the place where all my dreams come from
things I watch in awe, things I watch in dread,
things I know in body, and something in my head
I watch them all to joy these things
the sights that become song
in the place where all my dreams come from
my purest dreams, my greatest hopes, my love, my life, my being
my did, my forgive, my doing and my done
my aching heart, my blissful soul, my fun
no matter where I go, when all is said and done
every thread of me is spun
in the place where all my dreams come from
