11D

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11D
Yesterday rests

just beyond the horizon
as shimmering shadows
reach down from the sky
A gentle splash of waves
caresses the shore
as the sunlight dances
for just you and I

There are only two of us
that matter today
The rest of the world
was left behind
We share the solitude
of the open water
And the possibilities
of an open mind

The cool lake
rests against my skin
as the mid-day sun
reaches down to my face
The touch of your hand
caresses my senses
At the perfect time
In a perfect place

There is only the now
and only the here
A piece of paradise
for you and for me
We share in the pleasures
of Frontenac Park
In the possibilities
of 11D

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Reverie

My eyes are closed, but I see…
Drifting along in my reverie…

Mindful ventures in an airy mist  Ocean2
Across the ocean of this dream
To places that never were
and places that might have been.

To a land west of the Emerald Isle
and south to Poseidon’s door
Sparkling depths of Celtic lore
Enchantment on a sandy floor.
Transparent waters window this world
Reflective light on a country now gone
Exposing dreams we greet the dawn
of the beautiful land that was Tir-fa Thonn.

Far from the tumultuous Pandemonium
the burning core of Milton’s hell
But needing its fire to ignite a swell
and sear this mystic sunken spell.
Casting a flame on our Garden of Mirth
Surfacing a real and imagined past
A land of castles and forests vast
Living each future’s day as legend’s last.

My eyes are closed, but I see…

Mindful ventures fill this lonely expanse
Across the waters of this dream
To places that never were
and places that might have been.

To a land of light and happinessOcean
A paradise with a multitude of names
Where joyous hearts hold joyous games
and many heroes staked their claims.
The Blessed Isles in the western sea
An Elysium just east of eternal bliss
Where roses abound and lovers kiss
A paradise St. Brendan claimed as his.

The souls of the past gather here
to renew Tara’s kinsfolk lore
on the plains of Magh Mel, forever more
A dreamer’s land, near heaven’s door.
Where pleasures open the gates to Eden
and horses prance, strong and proud
While people dance and sing aloud
and a lyre note touches a cloud.

My eyes are closed, but I see…
Free to roam within my reverie.

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