Like a strange dream...
Hello, welcome to this week’s Blog; continuing lyrics and poems taken from my 2011 collection “Reggae Riddeema”.
Poem of the week on the homepage, “Communion”, refers to the union of two persons in a relationship, becoming one.
Enjoy the poems and lyrics. Until my next Blog, have a good week and take care.
Best wishes,
Louis
This Blog and all contents, copyright Louis J. Casson 2017. All poems taken from the collection “Reggae Riddeema”, 2011
© Louis J. Casson 2017 all rights reserved.
Like A Strange Dream
Like a strange dream
Half awake and slightly scary.
I have found me
In a world enchanted
But slightly uncontrolled.
Where my world
So usually neat and ordered
Melts to cloudy sweet confusion
If you are near.
Strange dream I love you.
Like a strange dream
Seeming clear yet slightly blurry.
You excite me
In a world that’s thrilling
But coloured with doubt.
Where my days
Simply plans and ticking boxes
Fade to loving peace together
If you are near.
Strange dream I love you.
I’m uncertain, so uncertain, yet.
Strange dream I love you.
The Blues Can Come Later After All
Maybe I hadn’t planned it this way
And perhaps tomorrow
We’ll go separate ways.
But it’s too late to pause now
We’re both headed to fall
So the blues can come later after all.
Maybe we shouldn’t have been here both
Away alone in the corner
From the rest of the folks.
But I’m feeling so fine now
Kiss me softly in the hall
So the blues can come later after all.
Its early days
And with joys in my heart
When you know that it‘s begun
That’s when you know
You could part.
That’s the risk of love’s art.
Maybe I hadn’t planned it this way
And perhaps tomorrow
We’ll go separate ways.
But it’s too late to pause now
We’re both headed to fall
So the blues can come later after all.
What a Great Day to Be
Looked out my window what did I see?
Not cloud in the sky
What a great day to be.
Looked into my mind what was there?
Not a single shadow,
Trouble or care.
Found some joy in my heart
Singing loud clear to see.
The future’s arrived
What a great day to be.
Looked at my children what did I see?
The hopes of the world
Smiling back at me.
Missing my Wife what did I feel?
Some things though unseen
Don’t mean they’re not real.
Found some joy in my heart
Singing loud clear to see.
The future’s arrived
What a great day to be.
Sharing a Soft Small Star
Untrue stars reveal
More certain truth on reflection.
Merely points of light
In the weave.
The blue-black tent above us
Beyond light brighter
Shining whiter
Than a thousand suns.
I recall a Caribbean lady on the bus
Sharing her story.
How a tropic storm frightened
And her Daddy held her in his arms
And said he would keep her safe
Always.
Even now at sixty she’d remembered
This when she was only three.
Had rummaged in her heart-folds
To produce this small soft star.
Let go her grasp to share
A small light illumining the tent
And those with her.
“Family and loving
Family and loving
That’s what’s the most important”
She said.
And the world hushed
For a time, to allow
Us all a silent Amen.
Gathered around
This soft small star
Shared in her free
And generous love.
Dear Sofa Space
I went outside for a walk to look around.
The river flows
Over the stones, smoothing them as it passes.
And the wind has blown the trees over
Branches bent in one direction.
What use has the river for the stones?
What use has the wind for the trees?
Except to be in the making
Of smoothing and shaping.
I came back inside and thought:
She used to joke he was;
“An old brown Sofa, no use but the place wouldn’t be the same without him”.
You are gone, and I am neither wind nor river.
But your empty space I will need to fill again,
To fill myself.