The Dreamt of Place

Sitting by the water,

Waiting, wondering,

Is it all a dream,

Not all it seemed?

My imagination on fire

Burning with desire

longing to be loved,

with a tender touch.

Tears fall from my eyes,

Frustrated, in a world of lies

Tired of loving so deeply,

yet feeling so alone.

The aching grows,

Refusing to be ignored.

Unheard screams

Of shattered dreams

Time loops back on itself,

Bridging heaven and hell

I return to a time long ago

At the end of the rainbow

When I flew so high

I touched the sky

Before autumn leaves fell

With stories to tell

lives still to be lived in,

words yet to be written,

on the wall. No stone

unturned, often alone.

Restless, seeking, sharing,

Brave, bold, daring

Sometimes beaten,

Sometimes cheated.

Yearning for better

days get wetter,

Colder, darker still,

Souls frozen, until

A heart breaks

The earth quakes

Lightning strikes

The dark night

Illuminating heat

Ghosts retreat

Light as a feather

Whatever the weather

Freedom reigns

In the winds of change

Butterflies dance

Signaling romance.

A fool, free at last,

Gone from the past.  

I have no choice,

as I hear your voice,  

I begin to sing,

spreading my wings

Echoing the call,

cradles my fall,

No longer crying,

My soul flying,

I take a leap of faith,

To the dreamt of place.

Author: Rashelle Reid

Creator of Writing for Freedom Poet, Writer, Researcher, Reiki Master, NLP Coach, BA Psychology

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