I heard the winds whispering
again this evening
Tales of possibilities
if only I would let go
of that which haunts me
And what a sweet and gentle
apparition it's become,
like a much-welcomed
respite from that which
has tormented me
far too long
and deeply
The colors
all run together,
so how am I to know
what is reality
and what is myth
I want to walk in the sun,
but it's much, much too bright
and filled with perplexing riddles
which only confuse and elude me
Oh take me to never-never land,
where playtime is an art form
and war is just a silly game
Where the lost boys
have been found,
safe and giggling
inside-out of an old oak tree
A silent sentinel
to the folly of
forsaking one's dreams
Day tripper,
come fly with me,
and with the moon
and the stars,
and I will show you
the wondrous promises
of a brand new dawning,
where you are encouraged
to color outside the lines,
dance in the puddles,
and sing to the flowers
For your world
won't even miss you,
but I'll defend your honor
and make you pink lemonade
for the cool and refreshing shade
of your long-desired sanctuary,
made tangible while your eyes
are blessed with the wonder
of a child once again
Whisper once again
of the night owl
with wings of
desire
I hear you,
and of course,
I will follow
Always
For I have found
a far, far better light
to guide my journey
than I ever knew before,
the light within myself

dennis j hopkins ~ 08/2002
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About 'Whispers' ...

(This is from dennis' The Forum where members discuss their personal interpretation of dennis' poetry. This one from Shelley is so lovely that I asked to share it with viewers of this page. Thank you, Shelley.)

This poem 'feels' so good ... when I walk in the early mornings or late at night, I listen to the wind whispering through the trees, and when I listen closely, it does speak of other times and places ... those other whens and wheres often seem more real and 'lasting' than the physical world, more enduring, so who is to say what is real and what is 'only' myth ... I love the swirling of the colors, the together-blendings of light and bright and vibrant and joyful, and the ways they sing ... the sparkles of sunlight are so bright and beautiful, yet they sometimes tend to dazzle the eyes and confound the senses ... but that's okay, because I have all of Eternity to find the answers which are right for me ...

How often I've played with the lost boys, who never seem to 'feel' lost either to themselves or to me ...I have huddled inside that tree with them, trying so hard to stifle the giggling so the game won't have to end 'just yet' ... cozy but never cramped, always comfortable, and how very dear and special they all are ... and by the way, here's a thought ... the only difference between 'lost boys' and 'merry men' is their height ... I've drifted and dreamed and wandered the woods with both ...

It just makes my spirit soar ... it's like ... being uplifted to such grand heights, and knowing that no matter how high I go, I'll never ever fall ... and even if I did, the clouds would catch me ... I just want to wrap myself in the colors and flavors of these lines and float away to foreverever land ... except it's more like being swept away that mere floating ...it's whisking away in the blink of an eye or the draw of a breath, and knowing the wonders which await me because they're things I've experienced so many times before, yet are brand new each time ... flowers and puddles and colors and don't they blend into the most wondrous grand and glorious symphony ...

What care I whether 'my' world will ever miss me, when the sanctuary I yearn for is so much more lasting ... the world does not care about one such as I, nor about anyone, no matter their 'station' or 'rank' or possessions, but my sanctuary, my soul-haven, every instant here welcomes me and waits each time for my return ... lord, how good this poem makes me feel ...

And don't I get wordy ... *grin* ... I tend to really 'get off' on the Soul poems, and this one is such fun !!!

brightest blessings

~ Shelley ~ ... aka "nilla"
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