Tag: dreams

Sometimes

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Sometimes

When my sky has turned black

And I’m traffic jammed in a cul de sac

A kind soul unexpectedly walks by

Smiles fondly at me, and gently wipes my tears dry

Sometimes

With a soft velvet word

Or a sign that I’ve been heard

A moment in time, yields the most treasured prize

Where captive souls release into ethereal-lit skies

Sometimes

A rare mystery unfolds that escapes definition

It cannot confine to rules, elusive to recognition

It’s just a profound knowing between strangers

Invisibly drawn into a time capsule of exchanges

Sometimes

I’m just a dreamer, looking at life with chimerical lenses

Trying to see behind and beyond the white picket fences

Surely there is more to the plain vanilla of our years

More to a world that is ever governed by squandered fears.

What if…….

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

What if the “I” in me wasn’t in we?

What if I couldn’t be the person you want me to be?

What if I wanted you to begin to see the real me?

Would you accept me as I am and take a gamble?

Would you still grace my book in the preamble?

These are the questions I ask in reflecting upon us

Wondering if you’d set me free to climb the next bus,

Wondering if it’s worth it to stir up all that  fuss

That would surely ensue, in separating the me from us.

It’s a subject I constantly delay, too afraid to even discuss.

What if I wanted to roam freely down other streets?

What if I just  wanted the sound of other heart beats?

What if I longed for the tangy taste of other exotic eats?

Would you accept me when I returned with other sweets?

Would you take me back knowing I might want repeats?

This is what I ponder incessantly, perpetually in my mind

That if you knew why I smiled, you might not be so kind.

You’d remind me that it wasn’t this contract we’d signed.

And you’d realize that our stars were no longer aligned,

And that you too had long since from your feelings resigned.

What if we just continued to pretend that all was well?

I fear that our lives would be a mockery and  become a living hell.

It is……

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

It is a place that I had never been

It is a beauty that I had never seen

It is a value that I had never measured

It is a love that I had never treasured

It was the lesson learnt from my teacher

It was to see the full depth of each feature

It was to go back and search from within

It was to start with loving my own skin

It will be with sadness that I must move on

It will be discerning between right and wrong

It will be time to check against my new reflection

It will be time to stop looking for perfection

It is a time for being strong in my transitions

It is  a year to make new binding decisions

It is an awakening from a dream to the real

It is a determining of exactly how I feel

Though the teaching methods were unusual

The student is filled with a sense of renewal

But sometimes the roles were reversed

When the teacher became the student first

The work of a teacher is never done

When one plus one equals one.

Walking down the other side

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

shadows in dark

I’ve walked down the other side

with you,

seen the ghosts that haunt your mind.

You’ve walked down the other side

with me,

holding the mirror to the deep of my soul.

You took me places that no one else

had seen – you took me

places that I had never been.

We soon realised that it wasn’t safe

to be on the other side

Too much exposure and then it was suddenly over.

Once we returned we had to atone

for the pleasures of our sins,

and for letting our emotions creep  in.

Was it illusion or a taste of confusion I ask ?

When I reflect

I know that it’s a journey we both had to take.

So starting once again on a fresh slate,

the illusions turned into dreams,

the ones that move through your sleep.

But it’s clear to me that when the light

shines through my window,

Reality’s feet walk in,

filled with giggles and smiles.

But where would we be without dreams?

Surely a world filled with static

if dreams never saw the light of day,

if  children were never allowed to play?

But I do know it to be righteously so

that there are some dreams we must let go.

In pursuit of love

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

In pursuit of love I tried to run

from the ordinary,

the mundane,

the drab of life’s existence,

dressed in my new clothes.

I saw love lurking in the shadows

furtively blending into the dark.

He moved like a bandit,

crouched like a sly cat

too elusive for me to catch.

Then the madness consumed me,

wanting so badly

for you to love me madly.

Beyond the world of reality,

in quest of the love in my dreams.

There were streets filled with people,

stridently stepping  like me.

Turning dark corners,

ducking through  alleyways,

sniffing for their opiate,

Stealing others’ needles for their dreams.

When I woke up to the ordinary,

I cried into my pillow, disappointed

that this was just a bad dream.

So I take out a clean sheet of paper

and doodle throughout the day.

Maybe tomorrow and the day

after  – I’ll finally find you,

synchronistically searching for me,

The one who is not complete and whole

until he finds the other side of me.

Soul’s transcendence

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

We trust

Beyond our inhibitions

We believe

Surpassing our illusions

We cry

Regretting our helplessness

We dream

Dismissing our reality

We smile

Remembering our vulnerability

We laugh

Surprising our mystery

We pray

Acclaiming our spirituality

We love

Pursuing soul connections

We rise

Transcending our suffering

We fly

In true and perfect harmony