In the Middle of the Night

In the Middle of the Night, I go walking in my Dreams.

 I should know, how very deep the "POND" really is: Yet I still try to find my way through the valley, of so many fears. Is this yet another beginning, or is it, that there is no time, that Really matters. Only the "POND" remembers all of the beginnings. The "Others" have to believe, that the best, is as good as it should be, From the very first dream.

The "POND" reminds us, how far we have come, and after all the beginnings, "She" is still the, "ONE"  

In the middle of the night, we all go walking, some just don't remember, others don't want to remember. And still we walk, always so that, the past doesn't catch up with the now. But the "POND" remembers.

The "Dream Weaver" has shown me, why I walk, and the "POND" has told me, what I seek. 

 I have seen the future come true, in a number of days. Always the "Pond" has known what it is, that moves, all of the ways; In the middle of the night.

Too many nights, through all the beginnings and yet there will be endless nights to come and we can thank the "POND" for the "Dream weaver".

In the middle of the night, the "ONE" often visits, the "POND". The night hides, her face. There is no mask. simply Night.

 And we go on walking in the middle of the night, eyes wide shut. 

 Do it again, don't you know how you feel. The best thing about the Middle of the night, is, that there will always be another. The "Dream Weaver" comes when least expected.

When I first dreamed of the "One", we were both walking.  Even now, she is still walking. And the "POND" rippled as I heard;

Now, learn to listen;

In the Middle of the Night.

 

 

 

EVERYWHERE

Colors, The time has finally come, no reason to run. I took a look inside.

Where are you, I'm searching. No matter what I see, so much is changing. I'll sit here learning. The "POND" is rising, and it is just me. The "POND" knew that the time was coming. Knew that I was going to ask, should I change myself? where should I begin? "POND", at the beginning of course. And which beginning would that be? Perhaps, all of them!

Where will I go. "POND", was so fascinated by the non question, rippling and moving with the breeze. Everywhere, of course. Even if I have been there before? I suppose that you can't be from some where, if you haven't already been there. "POND" was satisfied. And I said, If only I could Talk to you. I just don't want, to get back from no where, and then, go there again. 

 The stars are, everywhere, just don't pretend that they are only in the night sky. "POND", if not only in the night sky then where..........."POND" tell me. The Sun may cast a large shadow, yet the Stars are still........Everywhere. You, must see, with more then just your eyes.

Wondering through this beginning, there are so many "Others", everywhere. I only just noticed them through your eyes. "POND", what is that I see and why has it taken so long to understand about everywhere; Do they, only come out at night?

Waiting and watching, does any of it matter everywhere."POND", everything I need to know, is knowing that the beginnings are everywhere.

If I leave this place,where do I go, to talk to you? Will I miss your knowing? I am just  "One" of the Others. Where do I go to find you?..............."POND" Go where all the "Others, have gone, follow the heart beats to,

Everywhere.......................It is after all, your life time and I am,

EVERYWHERE.

Friends

And as the "Friend" walked past the "POND" she smiled and realized that the painting had so many different colors. And it wasn't necessary, to only see bare trees. The "POND" had reminded the "Friend" that the path was always, and just there, was the next beginning. 

 When next that the "Friend" returned this way, and found once again that the "POND" was always there, so would be the "Others", perhaps, just not, at the same time.

I think about the "Friend. I think about the times I have called her "Friend" and I begin to think that I understand within her eyes, and know that life, has given us, more then just memories.

I stood in the shadows, as I watched the "Friend" take the path, and was happy to know that the "POND" had made a difference, in so many beginnings.

Friends believe, and that is most certainly, what this beginning was meant to be.

 Some kind, of special, is about, Friends. And memories refuse to go away.

UR so many things, but "Friend" is how I was to know you, in this beginning, and every time I call your name, the "POND" will know. And perhaps in the next beginning, a  Friend, will be the "ONE".

I believe, that the "POND", understands,

FRIENDS!

There are no Endings (The Visitor)

AND I THOUGHT THAT THE "TALE OF MANY TONGUES HAD PERHAPS, COME TO AN END.

AND then a visitor to the "POND" said, quite correctly, there are no endings, only a series of new beginnings.  And so we begin again, or perhaps simply continue on....................Some people believe that if you are of the "POND" that deep inside of you, there is a place where we keep a real smile. Not the masquerading look that we wear for others to see. Rather the smile saved for the "ONE". So take a good look at your reflection and decide if you really are, or if you are just pretending to be. At the "POND". Remember what you hoped, remember what you heard and surly remember, butterfys are free.. .......Hope is a good thing and if you, believe, you will certainly find your way.  So if you choose to turn away from the "POND", know that you have left a piece of yourself, for those of the "POND", to remember, and that, is not a bad thing.

In the "POND" you can see life growing every day. I believe, you understand, and I think about the times to come. Reminded by a a sentimental, gentle breeze, that will come blowing through your life again. Even though there may be bare tress and paintings with no color, of all the things, spare your self, just a little bit, and I will miss you again.

Believe in the "POND", for surely you will be whole and healing is simply a part of living. And then when you must come this way again, the "POND" will know you, as it will know your life, through all the beginnings.

For so long we all walk in the foot steps of Life, you will see the stars in the sky, even as you pass the "POND" by. And remember, that even if you think it is the last time, it is most likely, simply, the beginning.  And of course,

THERE ARE NO ENDINGS.

Dreaming, Have you Ever Wondered?

When was it? When, doesn't really matter, it just was. I was there, at the "POND". The "ONE" was far away, when I wanted her to be there with me. Does it really matter.  Does "She" ever wonder or was I just dreaming. 

In the middle of the night,  as I go wondering. I passed the Dream Weaver, among the stars. Should I feel lonely? Do you ever wonder. From the mountains of faith to the "POND" so very deep. I must be looking for something. And even though I know that the "POND" is deep, I go walking in, dreaming and searching for the next beginning.

 

Lift me up, turn me around, but let me in. I have known the dawn, yet missed the sunset, even if only in my dreams. Do you ever wonder. 

The "POND" felt me, and I remembered, that perhaps, what was lost in one of the beginnings, could be found,  but only, by some one, who was not looking......... in the middle of the night.

Every ripple upon the "POND" was another beginning and out of the blue, out of the night, I was feeling things, I had forgotten to feel before. The "POND" knew from the very start of this and every beginning, that there was no need to walk alone, And  that the "ONE" was on the far side of the "POND". Always in my Dreaming. The "POND" lifted me up and  I knew that the "ONE" would understand. To touch a dream is to live the reality.

Dreaming, have you ever wondered?

The "POND" had always been there and would always be. It is me, that was destined to walk on by and to always return. The "ONE" had been there for all the Beginnings, perhaps, just not at the same time. Yet "She" was still the "ONE".

The "POND" has given me so much and yet I would find a reason to give it all up, to walk with the "ONE" again. I have smiled, laughed, lived and yet time has gone by. Do you ever wonder.

Did I ever love you, did you ever love me. Have we ever dreamed together, I wonder and I know.

 And the Dream Weaver moved the moon out of the "POND" and with the reflection, I knew that, there is a reason, I was there. Have you ever "Wondered"

I know that the Dream Weaver, will let the moon shine, so I will be able to find the "ONE". And I still believe, that the "ONE" will shine for me. And I heard the "POND" and remembered again, my time is when it is meant to be. You can't see the future, can't change the past, the present is now, and they will always last, forever, in the"POND".

Again, I knew. When I don't look,  I can see the "ONE", smile. Will we walk on together? Did you ever wonder. That's the path where this beginning goes, no need for a reason, even with, eyes wide shut.

Here I am standing in the "POND" living my dreams and I know that in this beginning, our time has come again. At the "POND" we can have the time of this life. The Moon, the Stars, all of the Seasons, have a song to sing, only to be heard when we are not listening, In The Middle of the Night, when we are dreaming and all we have to do, is not try.

In this beginning we have had so little time together, but it is no illusion. Stop and think of who we are, in the Dreams, always while Dreaming. So much to share, closer everyday. The "ONE", is in the middle of the Night, Dreaming, smiling and now, knowing.

The "ONE" is in my dreams and the "POND" has told me, that even in the middle of the Night, the "POND" will hear our lives forever, We just need to, believe.

The "POND" reminded me to search my Soul, there is so much more in life, and we should all know that we can use the light of the moon, to find our way back to where the beginning belongs. The time has come, lives are changing, Dreaming, and yes, I have wondered.

The "Pond" will always be ours, and we are the ripples of fascination.

Have you ever wondered, Eyes wide shut, Dreaming.

The Stranger..........?

There came a beginning, when, "She" that is the Stranger came upon the "POND"

Just then, the Summer breeze came blowing across the "POND" The Breeze lingered there, simply to touch the hair of "She" that is the Stranger. "She who is the Stranger knew that she was meant to walk on, to live "Her" life. "Her question was a simple one, When?

"She" knew that the breeze was asking her to walk on together. "She" who is the Stranger, thought it has been a long time, a very long time, or had there never been a time. And the breeze whispered to her that she didn't need a reason. It was then that "She" who is the Stranger, realized that she knew this place and would stay through all of, this beginning. "She" who is the Stranger, felt her life and wanted to see the warm light as it was dancing in the "POND". For surely this was life as she had dreamed of, both by day and night.

"She" who is the Stranger asked, was this to be another new beginning. It feels so right, am I of this place?

The "POND", the summers breeze, the warm light, had always been there. always in Her dreams. And "She" who is the Stranger is happy. And more; "She" who is the Stranger saw in the blue sky, the kites sailing, the birds flying, even the stars shining. For you see, "She" is of this place.

This beginning, was her place, beneath the sky of blue.

Softer then the summers breeze, within the ripples of recognition the "Pond", "She"remembered that "She" had forgotten so many things. And for a moment "She" worried about the Autumn and Winter winds. The beginnings have always come and the days still go on. And "She" that is the Stranger remembered what the "POND" had taught "her" each bird sings it's own song and it just doesn't get any better then the breeze that blows across the "POND" under the sky of blue.

We of the "POND" are a part of you. 

It was then, that "She" who is the Stranger, smiled and closed her eyes, only to see The Moon in the "POND", the Dream Weaver, the warm Summers breeze and to hear the "POND" say to "Her" welcome back, We have all been waiting for youto return. And "She" that  was the Stranger, laughed and said, this, is MY PLACE, and then knew that "She"..........WAS, No longer, the Stranger, and that, "She" was home.

And the "POND" asked "She" that had been the Stranger, so tell us of your journey, for we want to, remember, with you. Tell us of the friends, the places, the journey. "She" had forgotten about those things and now "She" remembered, simply because the "POND" reminded her that she did not have to live in the past only the now. That is the true beauty of a "BEGINNING".

"She" smiled and walked upon the breeze, for "She" was Happy and a Stranger no more.  

This was "Her" Place. And for the first time, not only in,

 "Her" Dreams

 

The Night

In the beginnings, the world moved on and took the day with it. The warmth of the sun was gone and the light of the moon appeared. Not an illusion just a fact. And I just wanted to fly to the bright side of the moon. I knew that from the start.

I don't want to change the night, I would just like to meet the "Dream Weaver". I know there is a place where we can go with out fear, where a warm wind blows and I would really like to see, the moon tonight.

I thought I was looking for protection from the Storm. Then I remembered what the "POND" had taught me; you can't go back; For each and every moment you have so little time. That is the truth about the beginnings.

It was then, during the night that I knew the "Dream Weaver".

"The "POND" and the "Dream Weaver" are a part of each other. I wasn't walking in the dark. And the "Dream Weaver" took me up and welcomed me again. 

Moon light in the night, it really is quite pleasing. And the "Dream Weaver"  reached out to me and thought, Isn't that the way we glow. If you want to be closer to me, then I will have to touch you again. 

Now, as I lay myself, down to sleep, I smile. I know that the moon really is in the "POND" and in the evening, it really is, very pleasing.

Save the night for me!