DREAMING * IN * EVERLAND

How the world was ours to dance… now holding you only in the arms of my watercolor recollections… We ached in the loving… ached in the disappointments… then ached in the damned distance…

waxing moon… waning moon…

Time… time is a knife that severs… while chilled fingers caress the remoteness of your memory in moonlight… my detached reflections…Having to say farewell, but not yet… a coming and going…a lingering… 

autumn… winter… spring…. summer…

In autumn, the leaf must learn when to let go and have the wind whisper her over landscapes to a new resting place…  Dreams… enchantments… strip the seasons of sun and snow… leave only fragments and the fragrance of us drifting over landscapes... mindscapes…

seasons… surges… cycles…

I know that days will come when I no longer cross your mind... and they’ll turn to weeks… and seasons… and one day, when you are old, smilingly surrounded by friends and family, a glimmer of me will swift through your mind like a silhouette… and I will feel to you like a character you met once in a book… the protagonist who was to give up his whole world for the one he loved… a story for the ages… for the pages…

tides… ebbs… flows… currents…

And then you’ll know… I’m alive and well, living in Everland… and thinking of you there in the flow of that very moment… realizing that though life is sometimes lived in the shadows and the aching… it is indeed lived…

tick… tock…. tick… tock… clock…

On that distant day you’ll stop and sense something… and smell a certain fragrance… clock will stop… and you’ll know that I had been there… somewhere in that soft dusk of day reminiscing… thinking of you… and wishing that life could have been kinder to us… could have had the happy ending it once whispered…  Remember then that you will always be my angel, and I will always be your lost boy… dreaming in Everland…

Time after time….

Author's Note

To all those who have ever had to let go of one they loved… one they still love in the aching… and always will.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I like to think that although I do not have access to their physical form I can feel their energy any time I want and I do. I realized one day that I was holding onto the suffering as a way of holding onto them. But it was actually pushing them farther away. A highly relatable and poignant write for me, Craig.

[An owl on the moon]

Your words confess so much hidden between my lines. Thank you for sensing the deeper places, yes, this powerful energy. I now cling only to the lingering light that remains, and will, no matter how faint it grows. Nothing is more worthy of our souls than the light of loving.

[Pryde Foltz]

Ultimately that is what we are ... there is just a whole of compression going on:)

[An owl on the moon]

I am still so woefully ignorant, but learning each day. :)

[Valentine]

Wow, not only the write but the printing has you fading in her memory over time. Yes, many of us do live in the shadow of aching. Valentine

[An owl on the moon]

I can only hope to always linger even in the fading, dear poet. Thank your for your kindness.

[ReedWrite]

What a rich, deep piece. Full of poignancy, pain, emotion, aching. Yet, reminiscence, too. Loved this line: now holding you only in the arms of my watercolor recollections.

Eventually, our recollections aren't as vivid...aren't as hard and blaring...just watered down, the colors faded.

Such a beautiful write...loved it.

[An owl on the moon]

You understand so well, the loving that lasts even in the fading colors of the world. Thank you so much, dear poet.

[Ardra]

I know that days will come when I no longer cross your mind... and they’ll turn to weeks… and seasons… and one day, when you are old, smilingly surrounded by friends and family, a glimmer of me will swift through your mind like a silhouette… and I will feel to you like a character you met once in a book.....
You made me cry....so true someday when they are gone all that will remain is a memory of what it had been...or what it could have been....
Sometimes life is fair to very few and very unforgiving to others... the ones who suffer in the memories of the ones lost...and living in their shadows...or traces of the fragments of the memories...which they hold close to their heart and live on....

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you dear Ria. Life and love too often come unraveled as the days progress to sunset for our sols. May you find the purest delight that dances within you always.

[Ardra]

Its always a delight to read your words :)
hope you also find the light that keeps you happy

[SheIsMe]

Breathless...this is so tuned in to how it feels to lose a beloved person. Reading through, my chest ached and my heart wept as I recalled the way I felt, and still feel, about the loss of a loved one. Tears sting my eyes as I remember. Thank you. It all is so very true.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for sharing your words and your heart here too. May you always find so much more beauty than pain flowing around you.

[Adam Adams]

Absolutely, damn meticulously, one of my many fav. writes ... most of your stuffs're oft. beloved by me (by others, of course, as well, as always) ... but this poetry/prose of whatever .. the thoughts of your very mind're way admired & applauded by me (& of course, will be treasured by others as well... ). I like how to blow with .. in sweeten thou' extraordinary words with such simple and realistic so genuine pain, the love, the artistry of life. You seem to be speaking the course of "every" heart that's being stuck in love and pain once in a while, every singular time .. ah, so breathtaking to read it ... just enjoyed reading this piece... what an imagery! Totally outstanding. Excellent work, as usual!

[An owl on the moon]

My friend, I almost missed your amazing words somehow! Thank you, truly. I am glad my words spoke to you. They came from the blood of a gaping wound.

[Adam Adams]

Yeah, sometimes, the labyrinths of mind have me utter lost somewhere across the edge of "Emptiness" which further ain't let me get off of such illusion shown by the world, may be, cos.. yet I ain't have any direction or may be, my art needs one direction to get trembled 'pon so.. hope am giving it a right track.
Always an honor to read you. Your stuffs are quite excellent to be read so.. always enjoy spending some of the great wee hours with your poetry or prose.

[An owl on the moon]

Well, I do so appreciate you stopping by, even in the wee hours. May you find all you need coming alive to fill that emptiness with gardens of life, and more to share with us all. :)

[MOON]

The heart never forgets and the spirit lives on through time. Poignant wonderful as usual.

[An owl on the moon]

It is so true... and sometimes the memory keeps us living... Thank you MOON.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Wendy: Peter. You won't forget me, will you?
Peter: Me? Forget? Never.
Wendy: Will you ever come back?


It brought me to the moment...one of my very favorites:)

[An owl on the moon]

Time is so fluid, like a magic liquid we flow through. Sometimes it comes back to us in beautiful ways, to make darker days alive with the sun of a memory's glimmer. Thank you, dear friend.

[MsJewel]

How the world was ours to dance - you had me with the first line Craig.

Anyone who has had to let someone go will relate to your words. It is difficult and yet, it is the beautiful memories that keep the heart beating long after goodbyes were whispered.

I feel to you like a character you met once in a book - Wow...this line gave me goosebumps - I have felt that way in the past - I still feel that way about someone - it is as though you read my thoughts and penned them so beautifully - delicate perhaps is the correct word.

I love getting lost in your poetry.

Julie

[emmajoy]

' On that distant day you’ll stop and sense something… and smell a certain fragrance… clock will stop… and you’ll know that I had been there… somewhere in that soft dusk of day reminiscing… thinking of you… and wishing that life could have been kinder to us… could have had the happy ending it once whispered..'

I didn't mean to cry, but I did. Those words reached deep, deep inside of me; nobody else could have laid them on such a path to my sometimes sad heart. And yet, yet there's Hope hiding behind each area, a hope that what was is now etched so deeply that eventually it will be the comfy blanket, the cloak, the salve, that makes you smile when you need to.

What a beautiful Everland it was and and always will be. Why? Because few actually go there.

[An owl on the moon]

It is there in the hushed, haunted places always, dear Emma. That's the secret to smiling through the shadows; finding the path back to glimpse at the wild joy of it all. So we'll wipe your precious tears and let you know that the beautiful places are always near, and nearer still when we need them the most. Thank you so much for your words and your tender heart.

[jeannemarie coulter]

the hardest thing i have ever done was telling my husband it was ok to let go when he was bed ridden with cancer...your words reminded me how hard it can be to let go even when you know you must...well written, thank you..

[An owl on the moon]

Precious poet, how your words made me ache for you in your place of suffering; of letting go of someone so dear. Only comfort and peace for you now.