twixt Faery and Real...

[Arwen740]

Hugs, dear Terry! I love your poems.

[Terry D]

Darkness ceased into a glimmering twilight,.. twilight passed its delicate hand upon Mother Earth... the world renewed with an innocent vigor. Or, rather, renewal, more marvellous, re-awakend each of us?

Soft light, barely sufficient to make a sky, emanated through air, within flower, over each blade of grass,.. light, tremulous, vivified skin and shell, husk and hair,.. unveiling everything, anything, each leaf, feather, dew-drop, gust of wind. All visible with unworldly perception... either by a nether-light that poured from them, as fire from cosmic orb,.. or by inner-twilight that glowed of our eyes, of our recognition. Nothing cast a shadow, within, without...

Dancers of color and hue, things were things no more... interchanging memories of light. Things, ever growing, things ever showing, shape and colour, ethereal form and substance, became idea indwelling... what each was, was all being. And what was memory, was now revealed.

With our feet bare, we are in love with tended lawn and free pasture. As toes touch grass, naked, moist, soft... every plant, each world, being, life, unite within tender step and we are one. Micro, macro are at length atoned, harmonious, blended into supernal light! Bare foot, tickled toe discover life renewed with each step. This dance enters and enlivens with its light-hearted syncopation. This dance of twilight is Awareness.

Knowing life at once, knowing whence we came, to be there and at home as well... alive, cognizant that life is dancing through all.

Sense after sense, hitherto somnolent, awakes with each step... sense after sense incredible, bereft of description, heedless of words, reveals without description. Expansive recognition, ever making heart to receive, sight to consume and be consumed with hungry apprehension,.. that consciousness entering, when doorway opens and all are one. That twilight moment when breeze brushing lips of flower petal, is our breath, our unspoken yearning... when wing of flight is tinkling bell. We are that exquisite joy of the bell, we are taht release of breeze. Each becomes glad-union, every becomes you. The Abode of being becomes a temple of revel, a tabernacle of joyous revelation.

Realize that light and life and truth lovingly glow with the twilight of our eye's glance. Each dancing Elemental, mere and pure, is in itself bliss... when not blissful, not light, Element is but mirrored reflection-in-darkness. Inspiration is recognition, that dark breeze is were-shadow, that singing flight is a universal sigh of thanks-union.

Dawn's Herald, is auroral wind
softly reminding,
luminously recollecting,
sweetly urging memory...
Awareness' approaches.

Each prismatic ocean wave
of scarlet and orange
and crimson and gold,
transforms aloft into below...
horizon into footfall.
With Dawn's rising,
every little flower
straightens its slender neck,
stalk uplifted,
head outstretched, expectant...

Something more glorious than Dawn,
more crystaline than light,
is approaching...
Love Himself! Life Herself!
They ever near,
as the necks of all things,
the stalk of human-kind
reach out to see Mother-Father parade!

Childlike we dance,
with beast and forest,
garden and starlight!

Flutter on butterflies,
dream dragonflies
hover cloudlike,
colour the sky
with raining acceptance,
spectrum awareness
with infusing unity...

Dance on the new earth,
frolic under the new heaven,
discover them
Visit that old friend,
who has opened conversation,
revealed heart,
and we gaze deep within.

Dance now, dance free,
dance onward into what was
and ever will be.
Fluttering wings in forest
uplift soaring heart.

Heart and embowered canopy
become haven,
betwixt leaf and wing
the uplifting air revels
within and without...
Butterfly Garden is an aerial vault,
where children fly
and elders dance,
and memories eternal awaken,
as if by twilight's chance....

[Terry D]

wish upon wishes
Our eyes, like telescopes, track the night sky,
exhaling deeply, we search for starlight reply.
Together, on the small wooden porch we stand,
gazing at heaven, content, hand in hand.
We gasp in amazement, at flashing stars,
looking for Waldo, up on planet Mars.
The wind whispers, faint creaks of screen door,
reminds us of questions, we wish to know more,
more of the starlight, more of the deep shadows,
the bowl of darkness above us, hidden in clouds.
Releasing the starshine, uninhibited, with our hands,
as celestial jewelers, scattering innumerable diamonds,
across the velvet fabric of night, galaxies, soft filmy haze,
appear as warm summer air, running tenuous fingers of breeze,
over the buttons and cotton, of your lacy gown,
and with you, beside you, I lay myself down.
Now look up at star fire, listen to rustle of leaves,
I wish upon wishes, that my fingers were that breeze...

[eliana]

terry, i remember this way back when it was a new thread. i'll have to go through and read what i've missed in the intervening years when i have more time. i've always loved your way with words.

[Terry D]

The Nappers gazed through a stain-glass window, to where a garden of trees lingered in dreamy thought. Celestial Cocoons lay solemn~sweet, softly sleeping in golden, woven beds. They clung among the mallorns and elms, the oaks, laurels, poplars... dangling from leaves, like earrings on debutants. With coverings of silk shields, each butterfly nest tingled with possibility. Anticipation trembled amidst the sprawling canopy. Mystery created shaded spaces, reflecting images as jilted lovers, scenes longing as waiting wife, mysteries inside the view from this glass widow.

The nappers listened to the dreamy voices of bubbling water, sighing, singing from a miniature stream. Tickling sounds, trickling song that flowed beneath the trees. At first it was imperceptible, then one cocoon trembled, sighed. Trembling, 'til a butterfly, with pale, blue-green irridescent wings emerged from its sleepy bed. It clung for a moment, then vibrated its pointy tail. Wings strutting, it danced into the air, fluttering about in colorful display.

Each napper waited breathlessly, then several Brushfoot butterflies joined its blue-green cousin, admirals, angel wings, painted ladies and... the nappers gasped at a maroon butterfly with violet-blue stars along wings, twitching and shuddering. With butterfly eyes seemingly saddened by inner woe, it too took to the air and joined the company of Dream~flight.

The night~time world outside the glass was clear as summer morning. Each butterfly began to wake from their cocooned reverie. So many colors began to splash through the silkened nests. Nappers descried wings pushing through the sheaths of sleep.

"The butterflies are waking!"

A cocoon near the window split, then a rainbow trundled out. The creature inside peeked out at the nappers. Its tired eyes and antennae fidgeted with confusion. This one entered the waking world on gossamer wings. Its name was hidden in a picture of brown and orange and yellow.

Then, cocoons throughout the glass framed forest began to twiddle and shake. Butteflies emerged, as tiny dancers on a stage. A glorious revue of scarlet, orange, topaz, silvery and royal azure, a festival of colors greeted the nappers wondering eyes. The window blew open with a gentle breeze's light touch... the Butterfly dance entered the Naptime Dream, fluttering in companionship around the napper's snuggly beds.

Then, one lone cocoon remained. With a tardy effort it struggled to find freedom. This last flight~friend opened its mourning cloak and woke with lifting angel wings. In glee it joined the painted ladies and boldy frocked gentlemen, flittering about. The nappers delighted and twisted their heads to catch a glympse of all the magic they could. Magic certainly walked like nymphs through their sleepy eyes.

Then, one lone gentleman of a butterfly, dressed in chocolate velvet vest, winked with eight blue eyes on each fluttering wing. He lit upon a napper's nose. And the little fellow tapped his antennae in a gentle hello. Then, he waved his wings "goodbye."

The nappers watched his leaving, as if sipping chocolate milk, emptying from a glass....

Then, all the nappers laughed with glee! The gentle butterfly, fluttered back. And each and every napper gently stroked his gossamer wings with their sleepy eyes...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for eliana

Awaken, nappy~heads!

Arise from Sleepy~beds!

Amore', snuggly awaits!

Alive, behind Dreamer's gates!

[eliana]

terry, you honor me. you really know how to make me smile

[RavenTinuviel]

Oh Terry, I always loved reading your prose! A napper am I, and even now am not sure I am awake. May this be an awakening for me.

[joelstarfish12]

Have a nice catch ahead i appreciate your blog it really interesting and enjoy to read as well.
Keep it guys .

[rwhen]

Originally posted on October 24, 2003: For Terry D

"A Touch"

A touch that pauses feathery light
On downy arms reaching in the night..
Depressing lightly on snow white skin
Searching for the memory within..

We were here one time before
Knowing the odds, knowing the score..
I felt the gentle fingers caress
Shock of joy and happiness..

Raven can feel and Arwen too
I can feel and so can you..
The flattened bane of keys restored
the greyness of my ancient keyboard..

Giving rise to poems and muse
Igniting a misty forgotten fuse..
Restore the dignity of this place
Fill once again with love and grace..

For it is what we long for much
Precious words, the forgotten touch..

[rwhen]

Originally posted on November 25, 2008: For Terry D

Terry's Lady Chasm

Of Arwen and scents and trains laden gold
Her beauty and whimsy awaken, unfold.
She rides on the night, blissfully asleep at dawn
Oh where has Terry's lady Chasm Arwen gone?

Of Raven her beauty stymies the breast
She gasping and daunted unbridled at rest.
She floats on the clouds of crowded delight
Oh where has Terry's lady Chasm Raven taken flight?

Of Hunter the soft, the passioned and mood
Her whisper we hunger for like delicate food.
She sails through our senses heady in head
Oh where has Terry's lady Chasm Hunter fled?

Of rwhen the confused, bemuddled and lost
Her mind twisting and burning the cost.
She stumbles and fumbles turning out fear
Remember Oh Terry your lady Chasm rwhen is here.

[siddharth]

Rwhen! Dear friend! You really are amazing!

Please keep on writing as long as you have enough time!

[rwhen]

Thank you Sid. It seems that I write as the muse hits me. It is usually in response to something emotional that someone else wrote. In this case, our very own Terry D.

*bows*

[Terry D]

Ask of yourself, look for yourself,
amid clover, wonder, zeal,.. nauga you hide,
discover, remember, the vast chasm of Elf,
betwixt Faery and Real, in love abide...

Question yourself, look inside, respond to the elf,
perspective, voice, much more than it seems,
far less, than most imagine... forlorn waif,
one One, a choice, examine your reams...

Discover yourself, magic,.. universes of limitless wealth,
perspective, adjusted, of Father Tolkien, imbibe
in balance of sense and reason, archer stealth,
defines with witch, which realm one resides.