Dreams or Reality Sonnet

When I have spent my nights awake, turning.
My head begins to spin again, aghast.
Remembering my dream, futile yearning.
Future dreams or from my memories past?

Then it becomes a wall of books and shelves.
Inside a building filled with dim light.
The moon casts shadows over our former selves.
We have morphed into destiny tonight.

Then I see the Dream Journal for myself.
My eyes are ever open wondering what calls?
It is tucked amongst the old like Delph.
A vast world unbeknownst, except to walls.

But then I see the Dream has become real.
Where will this lead me, how am I to feel?

.Lily

Magic*

Dear reader,

I am glad for this place where I can come and get away from the routine of life for a little while. I have had a week as busy as I am sure yours has been, but this poem got me through. Louisa May Alcott’s name inspires fond feelings in me. Stumbling across this poem, I was reminded why. Read it and see if you feel too:

---  Fairy Song  ---

Louisa May Alcott     

The moonlight fades from flower and tree,     

And the stars dim one by one;     

The tale is told, the song is sung,     

And the Fairy feast is done.     

The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,     

And sings to them, soft and low.     

The early birds erelong will wake:     

'T is time for the Elves to go.      

O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass,     

Unseen by mortal eye,     

And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float     

Through the quiet moonlit sky;--     

For the stars' soft eyes alone may see,     

And the flowers alone may know,     

The feasts we hold, the tales we tell:     

So 't is time for the Elves to go.      

From bird, and blossom, and bee,     

We learn the lessons they teach;     

And seek, by kindly deeds, to win     

A loving friend in each.     

And though unseen on earth we dwell,     

Sweet voices whisper low,     

And gentle hearts most joyously greet     

The Elves where'er they go.      

When next we meet in the Fairy dell,     

May the silver moon's soft light     

Shine then on faces gay as now,     

And Elfin hearts as light.     

Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky     

With sunlight soon will glow.     

The morning star shall light us home:     

Farewell! for the Elves must go.  

http://www.public-domain-poetry.com/louisa-may-alcott/fairy-song-12603  

---  What did you think? Are you not glad for magic and the night?

.Lily