twilight’s dream
with my sad heart, that may not live nor die,
i look at you in sleep and dreams, and i sigh
and murmur sweet words into the silent stream
of your thoughts, i am one with the twilight’s dream.
deepening shade, star after star come They,
the Ancients clothed in gossamer array,
They gather close to gift us with Their dim caress,
whispering dreams with shadowy tenderness.
in our distant hopes, we are one with all the Wise,
let us dream beyond today where starlight never dies,
amid the wild, gentle thoughts, and dreams that dwell
where beauty calls to beauty in the dim silent spell.
October 8th, 2005 at 8:52 pm
It seems that beauty often comes from sadness, as though we need to see all of Life’s boundaries before we can appreciate any of them.
Your poetry brings beauty to many lives.
October 8th, 2005 at 9:01 pm
I always hope so… I must confess, however, that I often have doubts. Perhaps a change in my thoughts is in order? Less pessimism… more dreams.
October 15th, 2005 at 11:08 pm
I hope I can interject…
Not just dreams…Aine.
I can’t really be touched by a dream…can I?
It is outside of me.
But, what I can feel inside of me is pathos.
I want to feel something familiar to me…
whether sad or mischevious or romantic.
I read and enjoy poetry because it allows me to revisit my feelings…and it stirs up some memories as well.
I just applaud you and r.w. for how well the both of you do that so beautifully. Thank you.
October 16th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
Not just dreams, no… but then, there are different kinds of dreams… day dreams, night dreams, hopes and wishes. I do think you can be touched by a dream, but it may be necessary to be open to having that happen… to allow it.
Pathos, in the sense of “to feel deeply” should be the aim of the arts, including poetry. It’s opposite is apathy, a most insidious poison of the soul, imho.
r.w. dean/lughshand… I don’t really know how he found me on the internet, but I consider that a very fortunate thing that he did. His words of encouragement, his quiet support, his passion for words and emotion… all of that is a gift he gives to all of us. I feel both honored and fortunate to know him. He is, indeed, a gifted poet.
October 18th, 2005 at 3:40 pm
(bowing humbly)
My inspiration is often found on these pages, in the pathos and dreams shared with all of us by Aine. To know that it’s okay to bare one’s soul to the world, and by that opening, to allow passion in, that is your gift to me.
Thank you.
October 20th, 2005 at 1:31 pm
Aine,
You feel incredible when you find someone,
who really makes a difference in your life.
I found such a person, and now I don’t know where she is.
But she was my muse.
And now my life has a few less strings in it, with her parting.
But, even fleeting, pathos is the only way to live…
to sense and dance with the music…
the rhythms that make up our lives.
My favorite poem of all time:
Love Song
by Rainer Maria Rilke
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
October 20th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
Rilke is one of my favorite poets, Pablo Neruda is wonderful too.
Lately I’ve been reading snippets of text by Anais Nin and I’m thinking I really need to buy her diaries… good stuff.
October 20th, 2005 at 11:26 pm
Pablo Neruda is wonderful!…indeed!
I don’t believe I have ever read any of Anais Nin…I guess that is something I should explore since you say it is good stuff. Thank you, Aine.
October 20th, 2005 at 11:42 pm