Waking Dreams (revisited)

Your eyes haunt me

as I wander in this waking dream

the way you look at me

the way you look into me

seeing everything I keep hidden

everything that I keep close

you never look away

 

Your lips haunt me

as I wander in this waking dream

hypnotic, they spin words like diamonds

like rubies

like pearls

that you breath into my mouth

with your cinnabar kiss

they sparkle with your light

as they make their way to my heart

 

Your hands haunt me

as I wander in this waking dream

the way they caress my face

with aching tenderness

mold my curves

remake me into a shape

that fits perfectly against yours

 

The waiting haunts me

as I wander in this waking dream

the calendar on the wall

marking the days

an eternity passing

until your anticipated return

when we will together create

new dawn

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ghosts

I dream of my dead

vivid technicolor hauntings

in the wee morning hours

just before waking

I sit up with a start

heart thudding

disoriented

morning

after

morning

dreams cling to me

thick honey and lemon

sticky sweet  coating

that clogs my thoughts

stings the partially healed wounds

loss has lashed over and over

onto my soul

they pucker

they burn

Perhaps I could summon my ghosts

Ouija board in lap

demand less cryptic messages

but I am not ready

for their judgments

of my life

some part of me

that I do not acknowledge

holds on

refuses to let them fade

disintegrate atom by atom

into the mists of my past

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

Hidden Paths of Queens

She had walked

long and far

in the land

of infinitive sorrow

Bent double from

the weight

Drank only from

the well of loneliness

Made her bed beneath

weeping willows

dreamt the troubled

dreams

and accepted this as

her fate

 

Then there was a stirring

deep inside

A fierce longing to

reject this yoke

of sorrow

Walk the

hidden paths

of the fairy queens

Drink deeply the

cool moonlight

until it flowed

pure and silver

through her veins

Her heart and spirit

lifting

soaring

while stars

danced in her eyes

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Waking Dreams (revisited) #RomanticTuesday

Your eyes haunt me

as I wander in this waking dream

the way you look at me

the way you look into me

seeing everything I keep hidden

everything that I keep close

you never look away

 

Your lips haunt me

as I wander in this waking dream

hypnotic, they spin words like diamonds

like rubies

like pearls

that you breath into my mouth

with your cinnabar kiss

they sparkle with your light

as they make their way to my heart

 

Your hands haunt me

as I wander in this waking dream

the way they caress my face

with aching tenderness

mold my curves

remake me into a shape

that fits perfectly against yours

 

The waiting haunts me

as I wander in this waking dream

the calendar on the wall

marking the days

an eternity passing

until your anticipated return

when we will together create

new dawn

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hidden Paths of Queens

She had walked

Long and far

In the land

Of infinitive sorrow

Bent double from

The weight

Drank only from

The well of loneliness

Made her bed beneath

Weeping willows

Dreamt the troubled

Dreams

And accepted this as

Her fate

 

Then there

Was a stirring

Deep inside

A fierce longing to

Reject this yoke

Of sorrow

Walk the

Hidden paths

Of the fairy queens

Drink deeply the

Cool moonlight

Until it flowed

Pure and silver

Through her veins

Her heart and spirit

Lifting

Soaring

While stars

Danced in her eyes

Waking Dreams #RomanticTuesday

Your eyes are what haunt me

As I wander in this waking dream

The way you look at me

The way you look into me

Seeing everything I keep hidden

Everything that I keep close

You never look away

 

It is you lips that haunt me

As I wander in this waking dream

Hypnotic, they spin words like diamonds

Like rubies like pearls

That you breath into my mouth

With your cinnabar kiss

They sparkle with your light

As they make their way to my heart

 

It is your hands that haunt me

As I wander in this waking dream

The way they caress my face

With aching tenderness

Mold my curves

Remake me into a shape

That fits perfectly against yours

 

It is the waiting that haunts me

As I wander in this waking dream

The calendar on the wall

Marking the days

An eternity passing

Until your anticipated return

When we will together create the new dawn