Tag: dreams

Shadows And Dreams

There are places

we remember

they hold promise

to our dreams

Faces we remember,

constant in our dreams.

If only all the shadows

might speak

might come alive

when then

when how could we forget

the shadows and the faces.

We might feel pain

yet there is always

the afterward

when given pause

when thoughts alive

we find a peace

we have a need to remind

ourselves how soon we forgot,

what once made us happy,

now leaves us wanting.

In our shadows and dreams

we can visit each other

it seems.

Our faces are clear

stepping into the sunlight.

Morning Drowse

Just waking up

my eyes have to adjust

to morning sunlight

my thoughts,

not yet in my head

still dreaming

of last nights escapades.

It’s funny how

when we first wake up

we’re not really cognizant

of what drives our soul

until later in the morning

maybe after coffee,

we realize our heart still aches

we wonder still.

I’d like to hang onto

the fog

as long as I can

on mornings like this

when peace is still at hand.

Dreams Scream

Oh to be lost inside a dream,

to not awaken,

to live inside its stream,

to be less spoken.

For there is a journey then,

languishing in the story,

when then we wonder when,

we might this mystery.

Well one moment feel secure,

another takes a dive,

such a travel is obscure

our reality feel so alive.

I stayed inside with wish to scream,

oh, help me now outside this dream.

Wired Remarks

Ever we wonder a unique mindset

a manner of living we might prefer

though wander a scheme to get

out of a contemplative measure.

~

Don’t we all scream out loud

when wishing for a sanity

Aren’t we always allowed

to be human with levity.

~

I walked inside a dream today

wanted to figure out my road

to understand there is one way

to find travelers of similar mode.

~

We console each other find the core

for our lives will ask us for more.


© Thom Amundsen 11/2021

Texting My Death

I have found parallels these days

the manner by which I find

I need to compose myself some way

in the matter of letters that bind.

~

Seems every time I have a thought

triggers in my head will alarm

oh wait screams my mind so frought

with anxiety, now I fuel the storm.

~

If only the keyboard didn’t scream

Get on top of me and dream

If only the keyboard didn’t scream

Life would be simpler it would seem.

~

Since texting has killed my identity

I can’t fight this overwhelming fear,

this strive to lessen my scrutiny

would draw the darker side of me near.

~

If only the keyboard wouldn’t scream,

I might return to life in a sweet dream.


©️ Thom Amundsen 8/2021

Because It Never Is Real

Until the weeping eyes are visible

we can’t really know the pain,

when everything seems possible,

instead we lose our train

of thought,

so frought

we fought,

when ought

either one of us might instead,

recognize there is no realistic

time on love that wasn’t wasted

because we’d rather be frantic.

this security

a certain witty

banter is shitty

when only pretty

memories seem our last resort

because it never is real

our lasting hoping is out of sort

because it never is real,

until one day its all gone and we think it a pity

this casting shadow of hope’s lost serendipity.

this casting shadow of hope’s lost serendipity

this casting shadow of …

hope’s lost serendipity.


© Thom Amundsen 8/2021

Wishing Dreams

A spirit guide might visit a passion

setting in stride life’s beauty is a ride.

Yet time does wait upon internal

remnants churning within my psyche.

While outside lives a life of pleasantry

agreeable acceptance and absolutes,

if only the traveling disdain subside.

Would then wishful dreams pass forward

an energy with love could line a reel.

May then we be happy with our fate.

May then lives a sigh for love too late.


©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

Once Cried Love

Yes

Inside a dream

Could I tear

Moments flash my eyes

Next morning

Sunlight shatter solace

Imagery would fade slow

Spirit being parting ways

For now

Just, for now

Tomorrow will start again

Well, night sky

When I could seek

Sweet is the moment.


©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

When A Feeling

If sometimes I cannot complete a sentence

it doesn’t mean I won’t understand

if you are hurting

if your state of mind isn’t feeling wise,

instead driven down by whatever the wave

of a moment,

a passing fancy,

a time when all of our lives

become wrapped into that one moment,

all others depart and we are left in a sort of dream

trying desperately to define whatever it means.


© Thom Amundsen 2/2021

In Autumn

Recent winds begin a turn

symbolic is sudden change

we can feel in our bones

sweet remedy in tones

of rapidly drawing a map,

surely memory we grasp.

~

Would that our lives have

remind of winter’s rasp

so near, the air is a whisper

of another in sudden nature

willingly drawn upon skin

that readies itself a scant

wardrobe would we wonder.

~

So now tonight joints ache

sometimes all we can take

while the world around

seems certain to have found

a new lease on life

that we forgot such advice

might we venture forward

resilient in our own toward.

A strength is what we speak

and yet today winds do peak

upon the settling sun

follow ominous moon.

~

Moving away from a charm

that youthful spirit never harm.


©Thom Amundsen 10/2020