MichaeltheVagabondPoet
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Under the blue light my life has played
Reflections of all the choices I've made
Frozen time in both sound and sight
Neither dead nor alive, day or night
At times, in the early morning hours when all is still and quiet, I can hear
the music long forgotten and in the faded light of memory I recall the
images that are less substantial than the fabric of dreams. It is then that
the deepest of desires overtakes me and carries me away to a land where my
soul longs to be and my heart lives.
My mind reflects back to a time before the music, before the images, when
the longing was all and all encompassing and drove me to search the night...
I stood on the corner of nowhere and nothing in the darkest hour of morning.
There were no lights but one and all around was quiet.
It was a blue light of magnificent clarity........and it called me.
It began in a quiet and gentle way with no passion or intensity. It was the
fog slowly coming upon the meadow...barely noticeable at first. It was the
first moment when we start to fall asleep...self awareness and conscious
thought were suspended between wakefulness and dream. It was the feeling
not noticeably felt.
Slowly the paradox of peaceful restlessness, the easy intensity, the unknown
wonderment causing concentrated distraction...the sense of
mystery...overtook me.
As I gazed out my window at the night sky the moon and stars shone brightly
in full aspect ...and I wondered at the clarity of its ethereal beauty.
Though the feeling was the heart of me somehow it emanated from
somewhere...out there. I was enraptured by the longing in my heart for That
which I neither knew nor understood...as real as a moon beam and as hard to
grasp. It was the transcendent desire frozen in a pale glow bringing hope
but leaving deep feelings unfulfilled.
A mad song greeted me in the backwoods of my mind and the tale it told was
beyond reality. Across the infinite abyss I stood from the object of my
unknown desire in this strange voyage called life ...and so it had always
been. Yet with growing desire I was compelled to seek it out at all cost.
The sad silver moon rises to shine it's light across the darkened hills,
shaming the stars out of existence. The night people see by her light where
all is quiet and still...and alone.
Reality and dream become one as I go forth...
...the night awaits me...
Michael,
The Vagabond Poet
Under the blue light my life has played
Reflections of all the choices I've made
Frozen time in both sound and sight
Neither dead nor alive, day or night
At times, in the early morning hours when all is still and quiet, I can hear
the music long forgotten and in the faded light of memory I recall the
images that are less substantial than the fabric of dreams. It is then that
the deepest of desires overtakes me and carries me away to a land where my
soul longs to be and my heart lives.
My mind reflects back to a time before the music, before the images, when
the longing was all and all encompassing and drove me to search the night...
I stood on the corner of nowhere and nothing in the darkest hour of morning.
There were no lights but one and all around was quiet.
It was a blue light of magnificent clarity........and it called me.
It began in a quiet and gentle way with no passion or intensity. It was the
fog slowly coming upon the meadow...barely noticeable at first. It was the
first moment when we start to fall asleep...self awareness and conscious
thought were suspended between wakefulness and dream. It was the feeling
not noticeably felt.
Slowly the paradox of peaceful restlessness, the easy intensity, the unknown
wonderment causing concentrated distraction...the sense of
mystery...overtook me.
As I gazed out my window at the night sky the moon and stars shone brightly
in full aspect ...and I wondered at the clarity of its ethereal beauty.
Though the feeling was the heart of me somehow it emanated from
somewhere...out there. I was enraptured by the longing in my heart for That
which I neither knew nor understood...as real as a moon beam and as hard to
grasp. It was the transcendent desire frozen in a pale glow bringing hope
but leaving deep feelings unfulfilled.
A mad song greeted me in the backwoods of my mind and the tale it told was
beyond reality. Across the infinite abyss I stood from the object of my
unknown desire in this strange voyage called life ...and so it had always
been. Yet with growing desire I was compelled to seek it out at all cost.
The sad silver moon rises to shine it's light across the darkened hills,
shaming the stars out of existence. The night people see by her light where
all is quiet and still...and alone.
Reality and dream become one as I go forth...
...the night awaits me...
Michael,
The Vagabond Poet
