Tales of wishing wells, butterflies, and magic kisses
spin exquisite golden threads, a halo for her dreams.
Under the cover of starlight awe, her heart misses
his taste upon her lips, lingering beneath moonbeams.
A comet shoots across the sky with its blazing tail,
ribbons of flames, glories, trailing its celestial sphere,
sparking reminiscence of love, mythology's grail,
unveiling hearts bound as night's velveteen dreams appear.
Her eyelids feel the gravitational pull of sleep,
flickering signals, in response to dreams' blissful call.
A world of heavenly eyes sparkle above and creep
across midnight's magnificent backdrop, firmament's hall.
She wonders, slowly nods, her heart whispering applause.
Constellations kiss her face with the cooling night air,
a gentle breeze, capturing a moment in time's cause,
to lull her into dreamy bliss where love dwells most fair.
Her heart, brimming with romantic inclinations, soars
through stars adorning indigo's expanse, seeking home.
Magical sensations spark flames of promising shores
where butterfly wings touch her cheeks, kisses like sea foam.
A lullaby of snuggling warmth tucked beneath, above,
she lay in stillness, his pillow, her body as one.
Eyes close to awaken a vision softly flying like a dove,
its pure white wings, lifting her beyond the horizon.
Far beneath shadows of night, alluring dreams beckon
her to rest within their wishing wells, floating on love.
A dreamscape of desires and memories, her affection
to bind with stardust, a miraculous gift thereof.
Far too soon, the sleeping princess senses a glimmer
on the horizon, where the salty sea and sky flirt
with the visions born of a star-filled night, dreams shimmer.
She hugs his pillow, begging magic's peace-filled comfort.
© Vicki Nicholls February 2021
Is there a story? Of course, this is my life, real and raw. The poem whispers, in hushed tones, of some most sensitive moments chambered in my heart, ineffaceable, sacred, solemn memories reminding me who I am and that I am not invisible to those who care about me. My dreams crisscross, intertwining, and intersecting truth and wishes within the realms of wakefulness and sleep. How do I see what my heart knowingly feels? Experiences gazing for hours at stars, searching constellations, and seeing my life’s measure beyond the immediately discernable forces cause much contemplation, shaping my thoughts and me, in perspective’s reality.
A romantic dreamer, a voyager on the tides of life who loves to lay beneath the stars, I am. Raised by parents who believed in nature’s languages, immersed in forests, water, hills, vales, campgrounds, and starry nights, I revert to the everlasting childhood wonder I feel, the innocence of my entire being, the essence of my breath.
When the cadence of rhyming couplets echoes, like the conductor’s hand directing, in smooth fluid motion, the orchestra’s symphonic enchantment, I feel the free-flowing words beating rhythm in my heart. I close my eyes to see, listen, write and read, debate then succumb. Expressions of private dreams, desires, and longing emerge from deep within caverns of precious moments, boldness in truth surprises me. I am guarded with my heart, letting very few see or share my secret, starlit nights, protecting vulnerabilities, and safeguarding love.
Quite often, almost always these days, I know not where my trail leads so I stop to look behind at my footprints in the sand. Then turning to the choices ahead, I hesitate, think, and search my heart for the sweet assurance I feel when heading through the shadows cast by the forested heights, towards a speck of distant light. It slowly appears in the distance like stars lighting the night, little by little. I listen to my heart!! It is full to overflowing, an emotional fortress with a fathom-deep moat. Sometimes it takes extra effort to move its bulwarks, but its worth is in reaching the castle of love I seek beneath the stars, wherein its mighty holds is all I treasure, the intangible and huggable. My heart is my guiding star.
Perhaps this February reaches into the stark aloneness I feel, bringing to my mind and heart memories that light my soul, reassuring me that I am known and loved. Even within that quiet, solemn space, safely secured, my dreams find celestial peace in the star-filled realms above. I look up, especially in the dark, cold night air to see my breath and feel the serenading rhythms of my heart, poetry in motion beneath the heavens’ twinkling eyes. I remember and feel joy falling under the enchanting spell of the night sky glittering with constellations, planets, and possibilities!
Clockwise from left, or from top to bottom (depends on the width of your screen): Looking off the Bow of the Serenade of the Seas, Mississippi River Sunrise, Butterfly Kisses, Night Sky Stars, Heading Beyond the Horizon Sunset from the Serenade of the Seas
Photos: Vicki Nicholls, except where link is provided for Night Sky Stars
Life Happens . . . so do Dreams.
=> Where do yours lead you?
=> What do you feel?
=> Where do you go?
=> What do you remember and hold as sacred, solemn moments when what you once embraced is gone from your sight?
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