΅〜 ೋ ♥ ೋ 〜΅
That last desperate flamboyance of wallowing in a world of wishes…
Blissfully ignorant…
Only to wake to the insidious lie hidden in time…
Brought forward to wake you from the otherwhere of this evanescent dream…
Dividing itself from reality through a gossamer veil…
Echoes of reminiscence whisper from the other side…
Memory by memory…
Fading…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Paradigm shift…
~
΅〜 ೋ ♥ ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
I feel your gaze…a soft caress…
I see you between the pale light of the rising moon and deep shadows…
There and not there..
Waiting…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Come find me…
Dance this subtly surreal dance with me…
Decadence in the dark…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Let us stay in the hidden peripheral..
I, in the trance of twilight’s tempestuous temptation…
You, on the edge of everything and nothing…
There… not there…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Come find me…
Take my hand…
Rescue me…
~
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
〜 This poem (two of four that went together) was originally published back in January 2013. For more information please see this post …which explains why I’m sharing these again. This series of poems marked a pivotal transition in my writing which shortly thereafter became known as …my “Dreamscape” 〜
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
I can almost see you…
I know I don’t know you…
Simultaneously, I know everything about you…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
You are in my dreams…
In my thoughts…
We meet there occasionally…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
There is the known and unknown…
That magical seductive dance that ignites my imagination…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Recognition….
There you are…
Waiting for me…
On the edge of peripheral…
~
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜
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΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
I thought it would be fun to bring the now infamous weekly event known as “#TBT or “Throwback Thursday” to my blog. I originally posted this poem in January 2013 not knowing then that writing fictional/fantasy poems would one day become my ‘Dreamscape’. I have had so much fun writing…creating this imaginary world’s height, width, breadth, and depth with each new piece added to its borders.
{I did make some aesthetic changes to this current post; however, I kept the same photo and made no changes to the words except for spaces between them.}
This was originally one of a series of four poems that went together, posted one after the other within a few days of each other. I am hopeful to recreate that feeling by publishing the follow-up posts a few days apart in the next few days ending with next Thursday…to complete the fun of Throwback Thursday’s.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this look back into Reconstructing Christina’s past post as much as I did…to see, in essence, where my Dreamscape began. It has been my immense honor and constant encouragement to have you all either with me since then or to have joined my journey along the way….either way….
Thank you…ever so much!
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Cacophony…Noise….Disquiet….
It is too much…
All of it…
Let me be still…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
I want to think my quiet thoughts…
Surround sound of silence…
Let comfort be my pillow…
Tranquility my blanket….
΅〜 ❁〜΅
If words were my ocean…
let me dip my toes in the pool of serenity….
let them swirl about soothing me…
whisper intrigue…
as they entwine to form expression of emotion…
A thought…a feeling…a wish…
Sublime superfluity…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
They encircle me…
Filling me with wonder at their joining…
Fascination at their power…
Passionate asseveration…crystalline purity…
Yes…please…
Let me be…
Just a little longer…
΅〜 ❁〜΅
For If I am very still…
They come to me…
dance for me…bring me tears…delight…placidity…
a quixotic smile at their unique denouement…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Yes…please…
Let me be…
~
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜
(In A Dream…)
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
She closes her eyes to watch the parade of allemande memories dance through her mind…as if choreographed… Only these memories are of him and her… Desire mixed with love… Creating a symphony out of each detail of their time together…΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
His eyes imprinted in her mind… So full of adoration and his love for her… His gaze a silent sonnet… Expressing devotion through laconic libretto of prose…΅〜❀ 〜΅
His caress forever fixed as an indelible mark upon her senses… Heightening them with only a thought… Lingering coalescence of touch resonates…΅〜❀ 〜΅
His voice the song in her heart… Magical melody… Soothing while caressing her with each word… Such divine elegance…΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
This dance of love keeping synchronous rhythm… Every step…every breath…every heartbeat shared…. Building the chorus of their song… Keeping time…once elusive…now at their leisure…΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
Each memory adding to the one before… As it is being composed with each new moment… Amplifying its crescendo…΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
Night descends… Thoughts roam…. Scattered…. Tossed about in Life’s dream of reality…. Or is reality the dream of Life? Every one rushes, busy, manic, no time to stop…. To breathe…rest….rejuvenate….΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
Serenity waits enduringly to be found… Held….Cherished….΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
Of Moonlight or Madness? Moonlight evocative of Serenity’s peace… Life’s hurried pace indicative of Madness…. Striving hard… Working diligently… To what gain?΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋ 〜΅
Shall we rest in the Moonlight… Or be enveloped by Madness?΅〜 ೋღ ❀ ღೋೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Identity fragmented into thousands of reflections…
Who she was…
Who she is…
Who she will be…
Lost in the myriad of pieces that together make one whole…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Fractured time…
Shattered soul…
Rebuilding….
Visceral renovation…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Looking back…
Retracing steps of Memory’s journey…
Rumination of events leading to present…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
She cries out from the conflicted chaos born from bringing the past to the present…
That girl, long abandoned…fervently seeking to find her place…
In this time…she cannot be…
Her time has come and gone…
Leaving me to forge a path to future…
Where I will also cease to be…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
For in the future…
Indomitable change will come yet again….
Inevitably…I will become the girl crying out…
From the past….
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”
΅〜 Edgar Allan Poe 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Seasonal daydreams…
Inducement of contemplation…
Crystal clarity colors perfection…
Kaleidoscope…
΅〜❁〜΅
September dissipates summertime sadness…
Lost in Autumn’s haze…
Interminable wait…
October’s promise…
Precursor to winter’s wrap…
Undertones of unknown fill the space between…
΅〜❁〜΅
Hope meets Dream…
Their collision sparks ignition…
November’s epiphany waits impatiently…
Mists of enchantment permeate dreams… filling them with potentialities…
΅〜❁〜΅
Theoretical assumptions…
Phantoms of Nostalgia…
The quintessential question remains anonymous…
Silently demanding detours…
΅〜❁〜΅
December hints evocatively at New Year’s renewal…
Presumptive lugubrious thoughts…
Induce Thought’s labyrinth…
Ignoring ignorance…
΅〜❁〜΅
Dreams sustain impetuous assumption…
Answers lie cloaked in enigmatic disguise…
Leaving never-ending questions where the Shadows of Temerity roam…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
This is the season yearning…
For illumination…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ ♥ ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ ♥ ೋ 〜΅
Decadent daze…
A Soul’s dream
Intrinsically unique…
Unceasing in your power…
Curiously wondrous…
I marvel at you…
Reflections of constellations in your eyes…
Mirrored images of desire…
Bewitching…
Take my hand Love…Hold me close…
Dance me to the edge of this dream and back again…
Your name on my lips as you intoxicate me…
Remembrance resonates…
Magnetizing…
Fascination lights our way from the beginning of this…To the end…
Together…Entwined…
Enrapt in euphoria’s exquisite essence…
Blissful oblivion…
We shall surf the stars…
Rendezvous with celestial captivation…
Sweet surrender to forever…Held in moments of perfection…
Your heart to mine…Mine to yours….
Unceasing brilliance binding me inexorably to you…
Exhilaration permeates as delight evokes devotion to Souls’ completion…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Luminous Knight…
~
΅~ ೋ ♥ ೋ ~΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina~ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Love me no more… Love me no less… I cannot compete with the illusion I’ve created… projected… I am not all you see… My true self lies hidden in oblivion… Buried inside…safe…protected… I’ve worn this mask long enough to almost fool myself…΅〜 ❀ 〜΅
Don’t you see me? Can you see beyond my charade? Do you even want to… I suppose that is the driving question…΅〜 ❀ 〜΅
I am a jaded dreamer… Hopeless romantic… Vulnerable… Hesitant… Cautious… Shattered… Reconstructing… A plethora of words…none will do…΅∼ ೋ ❀ ೋ ∼΅
Blissful oblivion…is where I remain…. ~΅ ೋ ♥ ೋ ΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina~ ღೋ 〜΅
∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 