Lilting Echos

Dreamland

The lilting echo of the lyre lays easy on my sensibilities.

Reaching for my heart it clings to my soul,

leaving the remnants of harmony within.

Weighted lids of rest fall beneath the warming day, and I long to dream.



Dreams to carry me across the veil to the Never Place,

Where dreams live. Where youth remains, and wishes give us wings.



Wings to fly and play or flee the shadowed places.

Where sorrows are defeated with butterfly kisses,

And sorrow, like our tears are washed away by the Sea.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[JE Falcon]

Dreams are such curious things, so diverse and sometimes scary. But you have presented a warmer, almost melancholy mood here. This is pleasant to read and reread. (A side note, and not a suggestion for change. --- Being a rhymer, my mind does things automatically sometimes. So, when I read your last line: "And sorrow, like our tears are carried out in the bay" (My brain added) And they sail away, sail away, sail away.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Ya know I wasn't happy with the last line either and changed it. Still not sure about it

[JE Falcon]

And sorrows are washed away by the sea (?)

[JE Falcon]

Wings to fly to shadowed places.
Where sorrows are defeated with butterfly kisses,
And washed away by the Sea.

[M. J. Smith]

Bow to strings, my psaltery cries with you. A lonely melody echoing in an Ozark night. There is beauty in sorrow and joy too, The hills possess their own alchemy.

[Cherrie Palmer]

The Ozarks I live on Bull Shoals lake on the fridge of the Ozarks and was born within its borders.

[M. J. Smith]

Joplin, Missouri us my birthplace. I live just north of there now, outside the borders. So this old hillbilly is a true child of the Ozarks.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I was born in Salem. Small world.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I'll tell you a funny . We moved to claremore ok when I was in the 3rd grade. During that time occurred the '7day war'. On the highway to my grandparents we passed the exit for Lebanon. 'ere-go that is where I thought the fighting was.

[M. J. Smith]

"7 Day War?" My history is a little rusty. Is this a real event, or a piece of family lore?
Anyway, the things kids imagine! In third grade, I lived in a house surrounded on three sides be a cemetary. I had just watched the animated Lord of the Rings. When Frodo and Sam pass through the swamp, these lights are all around them. Gollum warns them that the lights are candles of the dead. One night, I looked down into the cemetery to see a red candle glowing. I thought the dead were coming to get me! Lol!

[Cherrie Palmer]

7 day war occurred in the middle East lol
We talked about it class and I told the teacher I'd been there.

We have a family plot. Cemeteries seemed scary but never ours. Kids are funny what they think and can see via their imagination.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

What wonderful poem!
Wings to fly and play or flee the shadowed places.
Where sorrows are defeated with butterfly kisses,
And sorrows, like our tears are carried out the bay.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I wish all sorrow could be healed with a butterfly 🦋 kiss.
:) it's great to see you. I'm so glad you enjoyed this one.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I haven't been on in a long while! I'm going to try and get back into writing on this site!

[Cherrie Palmer]

That's wonderful. I'm glad to hear it.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you!

[Pete]

so wonderful. literally took my breath away as i read. a truly hopeful read. that neverplace - i'm in. lovely ... :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

I may add to it or keep the theme going for awhile.
Thank you for enjoying thus child like dream.