"Lovely Days Are The Stuff Of Dreams..."

"I was dancin' with my darlin' to the Tennessee Waltz when an ol' friend I happened to see..." meaning-full lyrics thanks to Redd Stewart.

"Lovely Days Are The Stuff Of Dreams..."

And the lion roared! - the world paused.  The white glittered and glimmered and shimmered …and so softly melted away.  The brightening winds of March arose - let fall the rain over and over again.  Next the birdsong - came with mournings’ rise.  Warbles and titters, twitters and even doves’ sighs echoed the fields and floes.  Winter’s ghosts expanded into memories and the greening began anew.  For you see…

 

Lovely days are the stuff of dreams -

mine…

yours…

and such dreams are seldom of tomorrows,

they are more the NOW

…immediate…

with such a sense of

the deep, deep sighs within

and ever behind our eyes.

 

We live

as we can…

often staring into our own souls

as the air brushes our cheeks

teases the locks of hair into

tickling our hearts.

 

Do you "feel" the smile

as it softly curls your lips

as your eyes dim

and your breath awaits

as fingertips pulse

and heartbeats pound

and you know …KNOW…

just how powerful

wishes truly are.

 

I paint you with my dreams,

…unposed…

standing THERE with a grace I've always known.

Hair loose and lightly flowing -

Eyes-of-forever looking o'er the aerie edge -

and hands slowly raising aloft toward the distant sun.

You’re following our Faerie 

as their danse continues to weave

to the very edges of existence.

 

I feel your breath teasing

the hairs of my arms

as I quietly pause

gazing into life,

as the coffee mysts -

grow -

ever expanding, swirling, writhing into

ghostlets of wish-it-weres

as in the dream you lift your hands

…hands so lightly beckoning

drawing, touching

all that I am.

 

Sigh…

 

It’s Spring

…again.

 

Chris

Author's Note

Feel free.

There are NO miswordings and the spellings are as I want them.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Memories, sometimes you can bury yourself in them. Far from being dead and gone they can bring life and renewal back in those moments. Sometimes I slip deeper and deeper into memories and as I do so, more and more is remembered. More colour, scents and feelings brought to the surface. People brought back to life. I make them breathe again. That is spring for me when I feel the days are getting grey and colder.

Chris

[Chris]

Many retreat into memory 'cause their nows are lonely, inhospitable places.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Remembrance has a way of renewing old feelings, memories giving sway to the rebirth of spring … remembering. To have an image etched in the brain that you can see behind closed lids or open … seeing from the heart. Some people just live in our veins.

[Chris]

Ever notice how the silence echoes?

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Yes, it does, in a profoundly meaningful way.

[Nicole West]

"I paint you with my dreams...unposed..." Aww, that's beautiful. And quotable! Definitely this one sticks.

[Chris]

Thank you for the words and pausing to give them.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I enjoyed the form you hung this poem upon. The begining is like a fairy tale that develops into the memories of the protagonist as they rue the passing of time and how we often only draw joy from the moment. On the other hand it also cellebrates those moments because we tend to let them escape and do not cellebrate them for long enough.

[Chris]

It IS a human cycle we exist within...and even we witnesses partake - ya know?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I get that Chris, many thanks.

[Stephany]

As winter falls away, taking the cold with it, allowing....not that it could stop it the buds to swell on the trees, delicate grass peaks its head above ground to bask in the sun! Oh Spring that warms our hearts, loosens our aches and reminds us that tomorrows do exist. And that they are worth the wearing of the seasons.
Great piece Chris! Love this

[Chris]

Thank you Steph!

[Stephany]

My pleasure

[gram linski]

The coming of spring of new things and new dawns, and of things lost and things gone, the language paints a great picture of longing for some thing lost, or maybe not yet found

[Chris]

Quite true. Just how do we see our selves and our nows when they are tomorrows ...and we remember yesterdays too. Is a thought-full pause.

[kentuck14]

Chris,
What an unusual and wonderful ode to spring and love! Really like the line, "I paint you with my dreams . . . unposed." Different and unique intro. Nice work . . . congratulations.
Tom

[Chris]

Thanks for the pause... how have you been?

[kentuck14]

Doing ok for an old guy . . . thx for asking.
T.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I love the ways you express the hopes and dreams inside Spring..

Right now I can feel that blessed breeze, and look up
to see that bluest of blue skies.. and daydream
a little dream
of Love..

Thanks for this Springtime Gift.

Jazzy