Through Expression Of The Feeling Poem by David Lacey

The time has come to adorn the mask of true dreaming
And to rise against the odds, against the tide and to know
All there is that lies beneath the porcelain desert snow.
This last night I danced, naked with the nymphs of a moonlit lake,
Wild and frenzied in circles, chanting, entrancing and calling
On elder gods to join, to hold my hand and to turn circles in the sand.

No music is there upon the air as unspoken harmonies cling within
The memories of delicate winged girls and softly spoken come those
Tender words that sooth so my aching soul, Dance with me I’ll make you whole.

Through expression of the feeling
Through redefining what it is to be real
We can together find a way throughout the shades,
Into fields of easy grazing, still half crazed at the wonder
And amazement that follows every breath.


A thousand lives worth lived I’d give to hold the silver moon
As a thousand dreams of decadence stir emotional monsoon.

Which memories are to survive submergence?
Which are to resurrect themselves as ghosts of finer pasts?
Woven with intent on destiny,
Will we last the rising of the rivers banks?
Who will we thank when our cities disappear beneath the waves?

The story retold in a change of time.
A story yours just as it’s mine.
And as the purple journey leads my mind
I find myself less hard to find.