A Meeting In Dreamland (Ballad) - Poem by Leslie Alexis
And so it is the journey begins
Each night we lay our heads.
We go to nirvana - deep within
The corners of our beds.
Away from work and things of man
We meet to jump and play,
With starry love and heavenly words
Angels take us away.
To a land where none is weary
Each stranger a comrade
Who greet the other with the sweet
Rhythms of the ballad.
There I become the great tiger
Who would not eat the birds,
Because he loves them so dearly,
He made honest his words.
Though I am a ravenous beast
I joyfully make play
Their loveliness and gentle touch
Keeps the monster at bay.
Or I am the hairy spider
That hangs on the moist wall,
But as they do for all they meet,
They would not let me fall.
My sisters take angelic forms
Lightning is their skirt’s hem.
Because of their angelic voices
Each heart becomes a gem.
From inside this land of dreams
They help every child
Who is lonely and forgotten,
Left alone and reviled.
Such are the ones who need a friend,
A friend like you and me,
So show them love and compassion
Give them that memory.
Here, within this magical land,
My sisters can help all,
Help them to open closed gates
And mash down giant walls.
You can be part of the dream too
All you must do is try,
When you see one needing a hug
Do not just pass them by.
Dream the dream of the loving heart
Wish for a better world,
Then step into this reality
And make the dream unfold.
Think of the less fortunate
Think with a heart of gold.
Then with your heart that's heavenly
Make the move that is bold.
Love with immense absurdity
Love like a sincere fool.
Do for the sake of goodness
Make goodness something cool.
Prancing like children, we meet
In the land of full filled dreams
Where beautiful are you and I
And everything is as it seems.
My sisters in Oman, in life
Distance keeps us apart,
But each passing day, your kind spirits
Continue to bless my heart.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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