I would love to dip my toes in that deep blue sky.
Wade knee deep in the clouds floating by.
Drink the timeless mists, that quenched the souls so long ago.
High in these mountains, still a few of it know.
Would the sun warm my souls, as i dance through his garden?
Slip seeds of peace into the earth, soften souls that have hardened.
Mine it is till the frost settles on my sleep.
Wake me then, but the memory i will keep.
© Deon Heemskerk 17-6-2013
Dreams float in clouds and on the rivers that we live by.
They pass along beams of light and up into the sky.
When the clouds get heavy, they float down like snow.
Into little open hands waiting for them on the ground.
Just a little seed of thought, creative in its nature.
Pure little piece of energy, possibilities endless, anytime adventure.
© Deon Heemskerk 5-12-2012
The stars twinkled and tickled my hair receptors.
The energy received sent them straight up in attention.
The calmness of the night, the deep sleep creeping in.
Batteries going into recharge as my eye lids grew thin.
Thoughts fading, green valley images emerging.
Imagination and blurred reality merging.
Were forgotten friends force their memories to return.
Even those with scissors and those that watched my emotions burn.
I will always have time for them, all its takes is a kind word.
Just blocked by an ego that has become their lord.
The lord that holds their head under water.
Blurs their vision and hold their hearts to torture.
This dream will never end, its reflective surface shining in.
The width of the moon on the river, will not grow thin.
© Deon Heemskerk 9-9-2012