Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On

Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On Night's call to arms, sweet echoes before death Waking to live, glory in dawn's first breath Dreams, imagination, write on, write on Life is a gust of wind, then it is gone. Gone as a dying flame, a lonely ghost The dark unknown we rightfully fear most Dreams, imagination, write on, write on We are but hope and shreds of broken bone. Yet something rare exists in that first breath Rising to morn's sweet call, defeats night's death Dreams, imagination, write on, write on As the wind blows forth, Hope's power is grown. Can one live, love and thrive until ones death Feeling the joy of each precious breath Dreams, imagination, write on, write on One must live, love, not hide under a stone. Dreams, imagination, write on, write on. Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2020 Rhyme, (Born From Dream Poetry) Note- 11-20-2020 A distant voice, in a sweet dream it spoke With hope as your shield, fear becomes a joke Hold thee true, in life, love and faith are key With such as armor, one never has to flee. ****** Golden Echoes And Quiet Serenity Sweet memories, youth and glorious days Dawn and the hours spent in Nature's abode Life, love to be, coming romantic plays Mysteries solved down the winding roads Palaces found in dreams of sweetest tastes O' the golden echoes of that first love Rush and rushing, afraid- no time to waste Sun beaming but soon storms ripping above. Youth and glorious days, treasures of life Soothing serenity of morn's first hour A calming respite from yesterday's strife Dear hope of youth and its happy towers A fortress built to fight both time and fate O' the blessings and delight of first kiss No worries, no grief- the innocence we ate Such gems of certainty, days we now miss. Youth honey sweet with the wonders of yore Twas' but a dream, a mere blink of the eye Yet in this heart exist a hole it tore Ripping the days before this soul may die. Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2020 Rhyme ( Born From Dream Poetry) Note: A memory, a treasure to never release Yes, time and fate this castle did invade To tear asunder, consume piece by piece Replacing heart's sweet glow with darkest shade. ***** Pray I, A Prayer For My Sweet Release All is sad, night's blacken sorrows abound Marked by the raging roar headed my way Thus I beg, crying where on earth is found A faster way of reaching break of day? The walls vibrate with Dark dancing about Through to window black-moon surrenders not Golden beams to uplift, force darkness out Before night's dark veil, heart feels the deep shot. Clock ticking, these drowning hours penetrate The feeble shield this olden soul has made Calamity comes brought by hands of Fate Into abyss, this weeping soul soon fades. Pray I, a prayer for my sweet release For an illuminated path to flee Welcome beams of divine Light to gift peace From the depths of this accursed wicked sea. All is sad, night's blacken sorrows abound Marked by the raging roar headed my way Thus I beg, crying where on earth is found A faster way of reaching break of day? Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2020 Rhyme (Born From Dream Poetry) Note: With this recent break I have faced many obstacles in my path. Serious medical issues both for myself and my beloved wife. Writing was cast aside to deal with such but it never lets me walk away. Soon poetry invaded my dreams and the harder I fought to flee the More often it came to invade. I finally decided to write about the dreams The memories that came in my dreams of my youth, my distant path on this spinning blue marble. The first three poems are a start. How long it continues is not currently known to me. Maybe it stops now, or goes on for a while. Something had to give! I had to let the words come and each poem gave me a release, a most welcomed temporary spell of relief. Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2020