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Awake and Dreaming

by Jared Orlando

We see trees animate here, branches reach out and
graze our heads while hills swell and
grass tickles the air and crisp dew mornings.
The colors are sharp and bright, so bright you could taste it, and
it’s exhilarating.

Insects fly past our perked up ears and they whisper things about
love and kindness in this brand new world of wondrous adventure,
silhouetting the blands and dulls and grays and blacks
that we are accustomed to.

Rivers and waterfall gleam and flow under a brilliant powder blue sky,
cloudless and potent with deliciousness, among the things you thought only existed
in imagination.
The birds sing with children’s laughter
in huge pools of lavender, dramatically expressing their admiration
of such an intriguing world.

You run ahead in that see-through white dress, spinning on perfect tiptoe,
and the flowers that erupt from your hair release a lovely aroma
against the backdrop of the dreamscape scene.

I follow you, through the vines and sunflower, and as graceful as
a pair of dancers, I lift you up, and the butterflies surround you,
lifting you up higher, and you use your fingers to paint
new colors across the sky, purples, darker blues, yellow, such graceful strokes, fingers of fan brush, with this world as your canvas.

You’re twirling and descending back down and fall into open arms,
laughing in sheer delight.
We fall against the mountainside with deafening loving amusement
that only we possess.

The trees and flowers cease, everything around us falls silent.
Only our passions fill and ignite the air as our bodies come together.
The world around smiles down, we smile back,
embrace the quiet that blankets us from the slight chill, and
let our relaxing bodies drift..glide..into irresistible sleep
consisting of our merging dreams,
replaying only our ever present delights and obsessions.

04/23/2010

Posted on 04/23/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Julie Adams on 04/25/10 at 04:57 PM

As I read through this piece, I have to say how much it made me think of the nature of John Keats' writing, esp. the poetry that his love life spurred...if u get a chance to see it, there is a movie adaptation of his life/love...there is just so much nature in this piece, so much love, and both are so much Keats, to me...kudos poet, a pleasure to read more of ur work...peace, jewels xoxox

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