Heavenly Dreams

^Prologue

^{Close your eyes drift off to sleep
And dream only of
The sweetest dreams.}


I went to heaven in my dream
To find a place to keep the peace,
I drank the water made from wine’ 
Just to feel feel the warmth the alcohol inside,

Don’t be fooled by dreams alone,
To find you’re peace you need one,
Out of the corner of my eye
I caught a picture of the sky

In the sky
The deepest reds,
The beaming lights’
The sun the fireball in the sky,
The moon a ghostly shadow

Now standing by those gates so white
I looked inside to find an empty space
A voice said dream your dream
Your only asleep
This is heaven
But it’s only a dream

Conjure up the deepest dreams
The only place to find your peace.

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^{mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008}

Strangers

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^Prologue
_{Sometimes we dream and wake up
The dreams we have never explained
This dream I had of strangers
For that is the name
I choose to describe this dream
Follow me as I guide your thoughts
To the land of dreams
Pure fantasy.}

We met in a dream suffice to say
No ordinary dream not in any way
I looked in you’re deep blue eyes
To find you looking back.

I search my mind for names to match
None I had’ matched you’re lovely face
In the dream you wore a pink dress
Like a rose of gentle timeless piece.

You had the most lovely pair of legs
You’re body was a temple
So gorgeous I had to rub my eyes
But still I was here in the dream
We held each other with a hug
The feelings I had were tremendous.

Insanely nice and quite queer inside
Attracted to you’re gorgeous smile
I followed you in my dream
We walked on clouds
Wonderfully curious
We talked what seemed for days on end
Only the thing is?
I couldn’t remember but one thing.

You stared at me now’
Did I do something wrong?
Something seriously wrong
No you smiled back
Then you talked to me to in a sweet angels voice
What was my name you asked the stranger in the dream
I tried to reply but the words wouldn’t come out.

I wanted to say my name
But the dream wouldn’t let it come out
I manage to ask the name of the angel
And to my surprise the reply was
I am you’re Angel
The angel of love
The picture started to fade
The ghostly images fading away
I tried to get back
Back in into the dream
Fading in
I pushed forward.

Holding my hands out desperately
Clutching fading images of the angels hands
Grasping now!
I touched the angels hands and did feel
I had the warmest feeling inside
Like a coat of love internally mine.

My eyes opened wide with the window light
My stranger in the dream faded away
I closed my eyes to try and get back
Many times
I tried to do that
But all in vain
I realised now
And it dawned on me
The only stranger
The stranger in the dream
Was me.

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mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008

Lost in a dream

<sup>Introduction

The dreamer dreams a fantasy</sup>

I found myself in a foreign land,
The bay the beach the sand quite nice,
The shipyard cranes an awesome sight. 
I walked the street all alone,
Walked aimlessly into the village hall,

I was lost,

I turned to see a group of men,
They were talking in a foreign tongue,
They spoke in English broken up’
I couldn’t but help to hear one say
The chap looks lost and can’t find his way,

I felt the presence of someones hand upon my shoulder it did land,
Are you lost! In this strange place,
His voice was gentle like a whisper on the wind’

I am really lost’ but do I know you? I said,
No the stranger did say’ but I know you,
I will help! He spoke in English broken up,
He was the leader of his men,He gave me food,
The chicken sandwich it was nice,
But did someone else take a bite’
For it was half eaten’ but it tasted right,
Every mouthful was real to me,
The half eaten chicken sandwich in my dream!

We talked and laughed for quite some time
He asked me if I would do him a favour,
Just a small task he couldn’t do’
What was the favour I asked him now,
Could I get something for him that was far out of reach,

I said I would try and what was this task,
It’s a small package up in that crane,
Now pointing far up and up high in the sky’
I took one look up ‘It’s so far away,

Now this is strange the strangest thing,
I felt myself lift up and levitate,
This felt awesome and I was shocked,
I reached the package and brought it back

I put the package right in his hand,
He smiled at me’ we walked the land,
He put some money into my hand,
He looked at me without a word,

Smiling!

I turned to say thanks but he was gone!
The stranger who spoke in a foreign tongue’
Vanished for ever as I turned to talk,
I wanted to say thanks for all his kindness,
I walked up the street to find a pub,
I’m not quite sure why’  then I  asked around,
Trying to talk to the people of this foreign land’
I wished you would just reappear’

Then I could thank him very clear,
I never found him’ alas and now I’m lost,
Lost in this strange curiosity land,
I walk some more in this strange land,
With cranes so tall in this shipyard,
I reached a place a hidden cove,
I was standing there all alone,

 The smell of fishing the sweet aroma’
The boats in the bay fascinated me,
Everything here was crystal clear,
That was everything I beheld,
Inside this dream in a foreign land
I awoke and felt really full’
But the wad of notes that were all wrapped up,
Were just a figment of my imagination

^{Lost in a dream ”Inspired by a dream one of many}

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^{mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008}