Friday, February 26, 2010
I dreamed I owned a giant house
With room enough for everything
And tall trees living monuments around it
With whole societies of fauna therein.
I dreamed my life was lush with love
And I took each step in validation
That my existence was cherished and adored
And that my love was returned full measure.
I dreamed about a sumptuous feast
Surrounded by loved ones with raised glasses
Toasting our good fortune in a golden sunset
Letting the air echo with our laughter.
I dreamed this, and on awakening,
I was suffering a terrible thirst.
I hungered for a loving touch on my skin.
I was alone in a hungry world.
The color drained from my vision.
So that all I could see was the black and white
Of my endless to do lists and mundane chores
To even gain a fraction of my dream.
I long for dreams and untroubled sleep
For a glimpse of what my Heaven holds
But equally, I dread the nightly shadows
That stretch long into my waking days.
Oh Pieta! Have pity on my soul!
Begone, Morpheus, and your tormenting visions!
Unless you are here to place the tools in my hand
And help me, to the temple build.
Unless these things can all be mine,
Unless I can earn them through my patient industry,
Don’t instill me with such hunger and longing,
So that every day I burn with want.
I can shine in gratitude, now, for all my blessings.
I will work harder, now, for the things I need.
For in my dreams, I am larger than life.
In my dreams, I am the authentic me.
Stacie Ferrante 2-26-10
Soft and grey, on branch of evergreen.
Your voice low and mournful in the morning stillness.
Sweet peace, perhaps in your avian heart
As you call the filtering dawn’s rays by name.
What do you long for? Such simple things.
Shelter from the rain and wind.
A place to anchor your downy bed.
And a future for your nascent progeny.
Only the spare economy of winter fruit
And rare desert dewdrops concern your consciousness
If they concern it at all, as you thrill to fly
Over the rooftops of worried men.