~ Dream(s) ~ & Fantasy(ies)
What is your Dream?

To remain on earth
yet feel the soft touch
of angel wings
Is it to know
how the bird feels
when his heart bursts
as he sings, or
to capture a child’s first laugh
and hold it in
for eternity?
What is your Dream? ~ bonnie j. flach ~ ©
~ What is your Dream II ~

What is your dream?
Is it to be famous and
make the night life scene
to be surrounded by screaming
fans who seem to clap their
hands every time you breathe
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What is your dream?
Is it to hide away
in a peaceful place
escape the crowds
run through fields alone
and shout out loud
all the names of the people
you have ever known
What is your dream?
bjf ©
~ Asleep ~

There
was a
well, into
which stars fell.
When I pulled up the
bucket, it gleamed. The
well was my brain
the stars my
dreams
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when dreams are everything

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when bedridden
and few come to visit
your dreams become
your entire world, not a
bad thing, when
they are good
dreams
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- Some Dreams Really Do Come True ~

Perhaps we’ll be together in
Timbuktu. We’ll travel by camel
caravan across the Saharan
sands and stay in a mud-brick
hotel. You never know
You never can tell, for
some dreams really do come true, maybe they
will for us in those Mali skies so blue ~ bjf ©
~ New Dreams ~

New Dreams
of the roads that lie ahead
of the sacred wind
of dancing waters
of giant cedars
where by day
the snow owl sleeps
where in hidden corners, I keep, new dreams ~ bjf © ~
~ Dream Thoughts ~

Dream thoughts are
long river water desires, tumbling into sea & the light flames of moon dancing
free. Rise to a blood sun
and his flashing fire, for
Dream thoughts are
long river water desires
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~ Freedom Road In Sundown Dreams ~

There’s a soft edge beyond flame in sundown dreams a lovely view of where the freedom road unfolds as under skies wild, Truth’s river flows between miles of grounds sacred her desert sand dunes gold.
All that matters then are life’s precious moments, I’ll accept them & ride with the changing tides with joyful heart soak in Day’s solar rays and waste not time searching for shadows to hide.
Miles of grounds sacred her desert sand dunes gold, under her skies wild, Truth’s river flows between a lovely view of where the freedom road unfolds beyond flame there’s a soft edge in sundown dreams
~ bjf © ~
~ The Future ~

In our dreams live unborn
years and in our brains
penetrate, when at the
threshold of sleep, then while
awake hibernates in those
caverns far too deep ~ bjf ©
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~ I imagine ~

~ I imagine land before man and his wheel, sea before the keel, sky before wings of steel. I hear thundering steeds so wild, songs of whales that have me beguiled, cooing doves ever so mild, for I imagine land before man and his wheel, sea before the keel & sky before wings of steel — bjf ©
~ I n s o m n i a ~ Dream poems

Dream
Yeah I dream
I dream while awake
I dream about
sleep
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~ Silent Phantom ~ Sly phantom he flashed in light at amusement park arcade, his image was so bright, as sun upon knife thrower’s blades. Then I saw him once again on fast mirrored round-about, just laughing and playing games “Hey You” I began to shout, ah, but, it was just a dream, wash cloth on fevered brow, well he looked so real it seemed I believed it all somehow. Sun upon knife thrower’s blades his image was oh so bright
At amusement park arcade, sly phantom he flashed in light ~ bjf ©~
~ In my Silent Dream ~ Moored boat on Evening Shore in my silent dream lone pelican sits with broken wing, unable to fly, waiting to die, still sea rocks, wild wind blows, moon still shines, bird he knows, it’s his time, must let go. Return to sea, his final sleep, meet his fate, where it’s dark, in the deep, food for shark, wild wind blows, moon still shines still sea rocks. Ah, yes, well so it seems, moored boat on Evening Shore, in my silent dream ~ bjf ©
~ My wish came in a Dream ~ Come out of the muck, come out of the mire, for I will tell you, about what has transpired. Draw near, come close, for I’ve opened my door. I went to where there was to be war, but there was no battle, nor did a single person fall. In fact of anger or hate, I saw none of it at all, I wondered why the battles ceased. While off in the distance I heard bells rings, then I realized what occurred was P e a c e ~ bjf ©
~ On the edge of a Dream ~ On the edge of a dream, esperanza clings desiring to sail into reality, on the edge of a dream, gracia she prays desiring to ride on heaven’s joyful train, on the edge of a dream, amor y paz sings desiring to fly with holy angels wings on the edge of a Dream ~ bjf © esperanza = hope; gracia = mercy & amor y paz = love and peace!
~ Dreams Swirl ~ Like a whirlpool dreams swirled in your mind the most pleasant kind of walks alongside pathways fragrant floral trimmed, of splendid canyon views from their pine tree rims, of an eagle’s cry as his call echoes while you sleep, of the deer you follow into peaceful woodlands deep, like a whirlpool dreams swirled in your mind the most pleasant kind ~ bjf ©
~ In her pendulous Dreams ~ Her scarlet lips kisses the pure soul of an ageless man and follows pathways of light, bears not rock nor water’s weight, harms neither forest nor stream, owns neither mountain nor sea, consumes not as fire’s flames, but dances as feather free, suspended in divine wind, drifting in pendulous dreams ~ bjf ©
Textile Dream the Angels Ball ~ Skirts of chiffon mist & silk cloud gowns floated in ballroom sky where angels are found, above organdy mountains, which rose from crinoline grounds, fabric of life heaven bound. Materialistically speaking perhaps it was a dream, when I saw angels clad in gabardine ~ bjf ©
~ Dream Curve ~ Scattered sound touches light’s keen edge where dim shadow plus bright sun blurs. Savage wind spirals vast cosmos dome caught inside endless dream curves, yes caught inside endless dream curves ~ bjf ©
~ Stream’s Dreams ~

Good stream ripple as you sleep
moving through your dreams
Visions of pine needles float by
Reflections of clouds in day’s sky
Birds drink & fluff their feathers
Sunrays sparkle in lovely weather
In nightmares sun evaporates your water
then day becomes hotter & hotter
in other bad dreams
rain refuses to stop and water
spills over the top, but most of
your dreams are sweet, of
children playing & fishermen’s
boot covered feet
Teenagers in innertubes
giggle and scream
Good stream ripple
moving through your dreams
bjf ©
~ Dreams don’t Lie ~

In my dreams
fish run
horses sail
birds swim
& snakes fly
Yes, that’s the truth
Hey, come on
dreams don’t lie
~ bjf © ~
~ What is your Fantasy ~

Is it to walk into your painting,
skip across piano keys
dance over rainbows
fly into ocean foam
swim in cloud-formed seas
is it perhaps none,
some, or all of these?
What is your fantasy? ~ bjf ©~
~ Seacret Fantasy ~

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What seacrets lie beneath the sea that either begs to be told or hides away in hopes not to be found, but merely left alone
What lies between the kelp, under the sand, amongst the coral or in my hand
What’s inside the cave, above the eel, upon the reef, what’ll be revealed
Ah, all those creatures that inhabit the deep. I think of them, before I drift off to sleep
then in my dreams, they pull me in and that’s when my seacret exploration begins
and who knows, perhaps for my own sake, I’ll make new discoveries before I wake
~ bjf ©
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p.s. intentional incorrect spelling of “secret”
~ Where Fantasy Dwells ~

Desperate souls
wade through
strange streets,
hardened citizens,
savage transients &
melancholy poets
who imagine ghetto
fire escapes as palatial
staircases and the
manhole cover a
circular Persian rug
the servant sets for
his monarch’s throne,
a place of honor
and why not, when
reality is hell, here
the mind can be king,
where fantasy dwells ~ bjf © ~
~ What If You Could ~

What
if you
could up
to land fly
& step down
on sky or better
yet, suppose, well, ah
you could touch water
and not get wet, what if
it was soft as silken cloth
fluttering in breeze like
a lovely moth, what
if you could
step down
on sky &
up to
land
fly
?
bjf ©

