| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/27/2000 6:24:12 PM 10/12/2022 5:25:03 PM | 869 |
Dream City
A place, sunset rules it.
The breeze blows strongly at your feet, as you quiet your soul,
Walking the path in silence, listening to the music of the water.
The labyrinth winds through cascading grace.
Every where you turn, as far as the eye can see,
Fountains and lights, cascades and running sheets,
Water dances, playing games with gravity, motion, and lights.
concrete, stone, running continuous sheets overflowing,
Twisting, turning, droplets, mist, spray, every description,
Water in every form and flow pattern, it's heady rush.
In the very center, sits a pool, reflecting the stars and the newborn Moon.
Floating on a lily pad, the Queen of the Angels of Light dances,
The water music lightly touching her gossamer gown,
Cooling her translucent until her motions are bared to the heavens,
As she weaves the great Garden Spell.
Four winged unicorns grace the compass points of the pool,
Liquid blue eyes staring and razor sharp horns of rose coloured ivory,
Ready to take flight at the pinnacle of magic.
At the end of the endless waters, the mind labors to transcend,
Ending boundaries before the holy light of God's dawn begins,
And the garden appears.
At the edge of a pool, the ancient trees stand tall,
Glowing orbs of paper lamps glowing soft yellow in boughs,
Fairy lights everywhere.
Gossamer winged couples flit here and there,
Tiny hooves dance on rope ladders and bridges between miniature doors,
Ballroom carved into ancient wood so tiny.
Minotaurs drum a continual beat at set points along each path.
Centered under each ring of trees, the beautiful flowers ring the harvest gardens,
And the fall is awaited, times of plenty to come.
Shooting stars flash and twinkle through the tree tops,
And arch over the starlit pools and Moon glow graced waters.
The sky begins to lighten in the east,
And the fading visions of Dream City cast off,
Driven to Twilight Dimensions with each breath,
Each moment nearer to awakening.
Light and Coffee have won the day.
Until tonight.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
I've often had fantasy visions of designing and building a city where folk live in harmony with nature and where water ways transport them through tree covered avenues, homes built part of the Earth, yet beautiful and bright. A central feature of such a place, there is a huge park where fountains and waterfalls of every description are graced with glowing colored lights dancing in the waters. I often wonder if time could stand still in such a place. I wonder how far in our past this vision existed,
or where in the unknown future it might lie. Crazy? Fanciful? Maybe so, maybe no.
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/27/2000 6:24:12 PM 10/12/2022 5:25:03 PM | 869 |
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| Janine Daniel | spinnys@hotmail.com | www.spinnys.com | 8/29/2000 12:04:55 AM |
| What a wonderful poem Dan. I like to think that it's a vision of the future. A place where some day I might accidently stumble upon it and be enthralled by all I see and then I'll know that all those times when people scoffed at me for my beliefs that I was right after all and then I could rightly say, yes.... I believe...*S* | |||