These Dreams

Spare a little candle, save some light for me….These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. ~ Bernie Taupin and Martin George Page 

I descend into the basement,

a tidy little box, one orderly

shelf for adulation,

all items clearly labeled.

I mean to store this tribute

among the prizes and medals

I’ve won.

But it seems there’s more,

and I carry a different load

peering in dull surprise

through the gloom, rooms

like a warren, the way

almost blocked by disarray.

A voice calls from above

to go in, but the shambolic

mess repels me, and I’ve

misplaced my burden.

I turn away.

Climbing the steps, I notice

sawdust from a careless

builder.  I sweep it

so forcefully that my shoulder

aches and I cry out in pain.

Which brings me to wakefulness,

astounded by the innovative

giveaway of dreams

after I’ve asked for illumination.

The careful altar to the puffy

ego, while behind this

industrious worker cutting

rough openings to hidey-holes,

like vaults full of treasure

just waiting for the day

I dare to delve. 

Inspired by:  Puffy, Adulation, Tribute and Innovative.

And this song recorded by Heart in 1985.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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