Dream Matcher's Response to Dreamcatcher's Dream Hatcher - 1518 - Initial Version

One hand may weave a web as fine
as silken spider's, line by line,
two minds net-knit together may
surpass [l]one hand when interplay
is woken by unspoken sign
today.

As Milky Way's spun stars combine
in silver necklace, gems divine,
your words with mine may overlay
poetic inspiration's play
to lay foundations, redesign
the Way.

'Who is this man of mystery'
his future and his history,
can he uncanny, vision clear
reinvent that which, once held dear,
may reappear, with kiss merry
heart sway?

Dream satchel deep his mind supplies,
who stimulation and surprise
awaits when gifts are shared around,
with none held back, none to impound
as ransom, superficial sighs
that weigh.

Where two may roam, there that is home
from land to land, from foam to foam,
from spirits deep unlock the keep,
restraining order, thence to leap
converting into polychrome
joy's day.

There are no dreams that go astray,
there is no duty one must pay,
where spontaneity on call
can conquer limits one and all,
discarding strictures though men say
obey.

Dreams hyphonate what still may come
with what stays still, forever dumb,
retain the reins of destiny
so reign's refrain's sustained and free.
There is no hardfast rule of thumb
in play.

Some inspirations answer prayer,
some aspirations bubble air,
most memories dissolve at dawn
though some persist, won't be foresworn.
If 'Anything' is 'Everywhere'
you may

convert the magic phantomime
into enlightenment to climb
towards tomorrow and expect
rewards not sorrow some project
or interject as paradigm
passé.

Pale horse as Pegasus is seen
to set the scene for unforseen
adventures which advance to chance
no sharp indentures, circumstance
highlights freewill, none pastures green
gainsay.

(1 December 2006)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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