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Portal to Sleep

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Go quietly……
with the rhythms of time
into the mystical space
between wakefulness and sleep.
There, in another world,
suspended in the mist,
I am weightless,
a pleasing, matter-free being.
Communion with timeless space
floats the portal ever closer ….
the doorway into dreamy sleep…….
Come meet me there
for we have dancing to sing
and stories to create……
till we again segue                                                                                                                               into another earth day.

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Fly On Faithful Night

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Fly on Faithful Night

The energies are strange tonight.
Percussive voice of winds bang loud
and the squeaky gate from nextdoor
adds eerie melodies in this dark night.
I cannot sleep again
again, again…….
Such disturbance night after night
gets the ghouls squeezing and pounding their
interferring feet all over my body
intruding on my energy,
and I’m in pain.
It is not ok.
I say this not for grand pity, no….
as the fight in me is rising up with the sun
who will dawn within two hours now
and once again I shall bring myself back,
back to the centre of my intrepid journey
to find the cure…….
Fly on faithful night…..
for I am the courageous investigator of my Soul.

Seize the Day

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Seize the Day

Seize the Day

I toss and I turn
not knowing
where to put
this pain body,
for comfort….
It’s not the first time
nor will it be the last…
it just is……
maybe I can close my eyes
again, as the day begins.
Perhaps the day will be kind,
if I am.
Maybe I will stay awake
if I truly engage with the day…
Carpe Diem old pain…
Carpe Diem.
We’re not dead yet.

The Two Sleeps

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The Two Sleeps

The chill in the air
as the clock ticks
around three thirty.
Mr Tumnus purring
and grabbing my arm
as I type. 
I used to panic at
three thirty,
being awake 
but now, somehow,
it doesn’t matter anymore.
I read about sleep in the middle ages.
The two sleeps…
with time for pottering, writing,
cooking, eating, making love, in between….
so sleeplessness … well
it doesn’t matter anymore…..
I see it as a gift to be awake when most sleep,
a gift to be with myself 
and maybe do the work my heart calls me to.
Life before the two sleeps?….. well –
just catch me humming,
it doesn’t matter anymore.

 

The Wee Hours

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I whisper –
“Thanks”.
The spider hears. 
My little voice 
croaks,
shakily.
It’s the tiny hours
here,
in my room
where sleep comes
dripping 
over the edge of the clock….
Coming in and out
of consciousness
like waves of hot flushes,
I struggle to tap 
these wee few words.
If my eyes were even 
a little open
I would see the
Spectre of Sleep
beckoning me into
the echoey chamber….
just …
o v e r ….. 
t h e r e…….

Ostinato of Autumn

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Ostinato of Autumn

The change from summer to autumn
came rattling at my windows,
sounding in the trees
like the ocean’s breaking waves
and I lay there listening, 
with an anxiety
not felt for many months and moons,
to nature’s symphony.
You lay next to me, 
flesh white and cool
with goose bumps
asking to be covered. 
Sounds of your breathing,
percussively punctuating 
the restless night, brought comforting images of 
saw and bow and I giggled, silently.
How I do love you,
you with the gift for ostinato.