Dreaming

“Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.”
(T. S. Eliot: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock)

Vulnerable
Important
Deeper
The same
Not to complain
Would like to explain
Come
And go deeper

Close your eyes, remember . . .
Time Stops
The room gets quiet
All is a blur but you and I
All you feel is the warmth
Right around your navel
The top of your head has a flush
As a rush of goose bumps
Go charging across
You smile a revealing smile
That gives away more than you’d like it to.
Well, I’m looking at you now, though you’re not even here with me, and feeling all those things.
Close your eyes, and remember.
It’s made me think of:
Quiet times by the seas inspires
A reckless careless world unfeeling unsearching
Crushing whatever precious sprout
Just Popped up its unprotected head

“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea . . .”
“Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.”
(T. S. Eliot: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock)
Come with me
Trust me
Follow me
To peace
To oneness with me
To the union of our mind, body and soul
Leave your impatience there beside that rock
Leave your mind that jumps ahead here by this tree
Leave your hands and arms
That would protect you from my caresses here beside this pond
Walk on, walk on with me
Trust me
Leave your eyes that see so poorly here by these wild flowers
Come with me, trust me
Feel my arm around as I lead your every step,
Down a path to peace,
To love
To soft sweet
Trickling
Peace
Come hear the sounds of the chambers of the sea,
O come with me
Are you there yet?
Do you know the place?
Close your eyes Wait not yet
In a moment close your eyes.
Escape
Vindication
Release
The journeys end.

Skipping to the end
In the middle
And done all the beginning

At the end
Jumped ahead
Have hope
In the middle
None
Shrunken
Shriveled head

Crush the shriveled head
Live the middle till it ends
Or spend eternity
Within the shrunken head
Dream
The journey’s end
In the middle
And done all the beginning
The Journey’s End
Busy something
She catches his
Eye
He’s almost there
He waits
She catches him
His eyes
They’re there
We are each other’s dream
We’re in the middle
Together
Alone
Cloistered airless middle
Together
Alone
You catch my eye
I wait
You catch me
By the eyes
We’ve skipped to the end
We’re dreaming
Our dream
Together
In the middle
We are each other’s dream
The kettle whistle blows
The baby cries
The door bell rings
The bill’s unpaid
Together
Alone
We are each other’s
Journey
Beginning
Middle
End
“These fragments I have shored against my ruins”
The Waste Land
(TS Eliot)
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
(T. S. Eliot: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock)

Laurence Brand (a song to my wife, Cheryl)