Dreams ~guest author~John Waddington-Feather ©

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Dreams

I’ve spent as much of my life in a world of dreams as in the world of reality, for I’ve always enjoyed dreaming. It’s added a further dimension to my life whether awake or asleep; a dimension uninhibited by the constrictions of time and space. When I’m asleep I can travel whole continents in the twinkling of an eye, and move in a timeless setting meeting all sorts of people; some I know, others complete strangers. Indeed, one of the delights of dreaming is meeting up with loved ones and friends long dead, yet in my dream world it might have been only yesterday since we last met. They are alive as ever and eternally young.

Of course, there are unpleasant dreams and nightmares, but they are few and far between, and seem to become fewer the older I grow. I’m over eighty now and haven’t had a nightmare in years. They seem to be confined to youth and middle-age.  Perhaps there’s some innate process which distils them out as one grows older. So between getting into bed and breakfast or during a post-lunch snooze, I inhabit another world; a world which changes constantly in the twinkling of an eye as I move around it.

Flashes from the past colour my dreams, places and people from long ago, sometimes completely forgotten in my conscious world. And perhaps I ought to add at this point that in states of unconsciousness during operations in hospital I never dream. Artificially induced oblivion is not the stuff that dreams are made of.

Real life itself, I believe is a theatre, a dream-stage. At intervals the characters on it come and go in our lives and are never seen again: youngsters I was at school with, comrades in the army during my National Service and Territorial Army days, team-mates in the various rugby and cricket teams, girl-friends have entered and left my life at intervals. All of them were once close and in daily contact. All of them I still hold dear though I haven’t seen them in years and many, alas, are now dead. Yet from time to time some of them appear in my dreams, quite out of the blue, and I wake up joyful.

So, I cherish my dreams. They remain a constant source of comfort and pleasure, a sure way of escaping the agonies and hurts of wakeful reality. I can only hope in faith that the final sleep, Death, opens up another world of happy dreams which lasts for ever.

AMAZON WROTE 

john Waddington-Feather is a retired school master and Anglican priest. For forty years he was a prison visitor and Assistant Chaplain at Shrewsbury Prison. He was born and brought up in Yorkshire and studied at Leeds University. He has a scholarly interest in Yorkshire Dialect.

The formatting of the Kindle editions of the Blake Hartley novels is currently under review, however, phrases in his books such as ‘ t’boys’ and ‘ t’olden days’ are intentional representations of the Yorkshire Dialect spoken by some of the characters in the book and should not be regarded as typos.

Dream continued…

I hear your voice echoing, 

in my heart, 

as I tumble into,

and out of slumber.

Your loving arms

surround me

as  a gentle feather.

They warm me.

They comfort me.

I am safe in your arms.

I snuggle deeper

into your arms

and deeper into

the deepest part of the dream.

I feel your presence

when I laugh with nature.

Do we meet this lifetime

or continue to dream?

At dawn

I awaken with a smile

on my lips

 joy in my step.

If  you only knew

how long 

I have been preparing

To see your smile…

again.

Dream continued.

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What if? Dedicated to Tanya P. with thanks

What if

You

were to awaken

to your beauty?

What if

You

actualized your dreams?

What if 

You

knew you really mattered to someone ?

What if 

You

became aware:

that you do matter,

you can make

your dreams come to life,

and you are so very beautiful?

It would matter to me.

That you finally knew 

The what if

Was true.

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No more kisses on the Wind

Two “blocks” of wood crossed over one another, as they burn in a fireplace (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In their last lifetime together

He was seldom by her side.

He had promises to keep.

“I will be with you in the next lifetime…

My darling wife…“

As he blew  kisses on the Wind

The storms of life were raging.

The woman she was aging.

The ‘one who was on his way’

had not arrived.

She lit the candle.

Scrubbed the floor.

All was in readiness and more.

The fruit was dried, the pickles done;

She had worked from dawn till setting sun.

Still the “one who was on his way’ had not arrived.

Why am I still dreaming a maiden’s dreams?

I know the score.

It is not always what it seems.

Still she cleaned, gathered and spun.

She worked from dawn till setting sun.

In the night she dreamed a long dream.

“I could not come

to you this

lifetime wife.

I had hard living.

I had much strife.

I will keep

my promise

to be ever

by your side.

I will be

sending you

kisses on the wind.

My love I cannot hide.”

In the morning

the dream was done.

How would she live

on without ‘the one’?

She shook her head.

She started fresh bread.

She made new plans

as she made the bed.

Plans for herself, now,

 that she was forever free.

Plans to travel,

there were places to see.

She sat in the evening,

toast and tea for one.

Making her fire

upon the hearth,

she started to sing…

“I need no kisses

upon the wind.

I stand alone,

as it has always been.

I have my freedom,

no need to roam.

I will enjoy my own  fire.

I will love my home.

I have no need

for promises

from lifetimes past.

I have a love within me.

A love that lasts.“

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