Martas poems for Friday, July 24, 2009

I t will be dark soon, dark enough to dream and see the dream unfold and come to life; The stage is set, the actors fire up the soul, with thoughts and sounds we all have heard or seen somewhere before, but slightly different here, in the vagueness of this hot summer's night. I watch as visions of times gone by become visions of changed tomorrow's, when time and space and love shall do their dance, and say their part, out there upon this stage... for this is life's stage where things that are,... Sign in to see full entry.

H ave you taken a walk through the forest at night? Leaves blowing in the dark sound different than leaves blowing in the light... it is a sound without a purpose, a sound not connected to a dream, one which is sheer music but without a score or a melody; it is the sound of raw life, mysterious and bold, the sound of Nature's rustling laughter. Come with me to the forest tonight lets love...and listen... and smile... knowing it will never be like this again even though its always been the same. Sign in to see full entry.