Waking Dreams

Sat in the dark of the wee morning hours, I wonder if sleep will ever come? It rarely does for when it could, one or both of my monkeys are awake or night walking and I must guard and protect as is my sacred duty. But even on the rarest of occasions when the house is silently still and the Sandman has visited every bed, mine remains undusted... my eyes wide with brilliant wakefulness. This is my current nightlife... This is my waking dream.

Apollo's Reign Over Diana's Child...

Laying upon the trampoline watching the clouds roll by, I see a millenia of broken moments and choices blended gently against the sky... the magic which might have been alongside that which remains to be seen conglomerating into a colorful array of streaks and prisms suddenly becomes what some refer to as the setting sun.

I watch souls searching aimlessly amongst the burnt umber rays for lost seconds whilst losing sight of the true treasures before them. They reach for a fool's gold instead of all the amazement within their grasp and never notice it flutter silently past like autumn leaves from splintered branches only to become forever lost in a sea of distant 'what-if' breezes.

Regret. What a nonsensically meaningless, haunting and tormenting, worthless sense of being. Such a state of mind does not belong within a heart but instead should be willingly released toward the beauty of the sinking sun. 

Nothing will ever be gained by trying to capture faded glimmers of sunlight. New rainbows of colour paint the sky each morrow, there is no need to hold fleeting memories of a past that never was.

Which is why I choose to live my life by facing the East toward each new Dawn with those I cherish most in the here and now. I remember each decision from my personal path have led me to the brilliance of the very moment in which I currently stand. And I refuse to hold fast to any Dream of a Non-Existent Possibility because my eyes are always gazing upon the gorgeous array of living colours painting the Eastern and Western skies. Faded mind prints hold no value for they can not keep the soul's inner fire alight as they host a sun long dead. 

But what do I truly know of such things... I am, after all, a child of the Moon;)