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[title] => House of Dreams
[time] => 2005-09-02 19:43:04
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[bodytext] => From the outside this is a normal, everyday house in a normal, everyday little street But on the inside it is my suburban prison, filled with the locks and chains of my life I stand behind the lace bars of my windows, staring, sightless, my mind in a turmoil How can it be that once again I am trapped within these walls, cut off from my dreams? On the outside I am a normal, everyday mum, doing normal, everyday stuff for everyone But on the inside, I am a swirling wind, wild and free, out there, wandering, exploring. I am a silver sprite going from place to place, seeing all there is to see doing all there is to do Pushing the boundaries of existence, seeing what could be, not fitting into anybody’s box. I sweep across the open plains, racing with the wild brumbies, I am the wind in their manes The thundering of their hooves echoes in my head and doubles with the pounding of my heart. They snort and circle for another pass, they rear and buck with the excitement of the race, I am one with the brumby, I feel the quiver of his muscles as he keeps pace with me, the wind. I spread my arms and fly up to the highest craggy mountain peaks, where eagles soar I glide with them on the up drafts, feel the warmth on my breast, their ringing cries in my ears. I drift for hours on the currents circling the rocky mounts, up here I see all the bustling action But I am not caught up with it, I am one with the eagle, alone, endangered, misunderstood. Swooping to the valley I dance beneath the waterfalls, fine mist surrounds me like a mystic fog Pure droplets of freshness make my skin sing, as my hair falls in damp waves on my shoulders. I melt into the stream and tumble over the boulders, I sing with the crystal sounds of the brook Around the corner the river runs deep, I am one with the water and we flow on forever. I roar down to the coast and out to sea, whipping the tops of the waves to foam as I dash by I breathe in the salt air, I hear the crash of the waves on the shore, the cry of the gulls overhead. Another world lies beneath the waves, coloured fishes weave through the swaying seaweed, Monster fish hang in nothingness, dolphins revel in their freedom, I am one with the dolphin. I rise to the cool, shady canopy and stretch out along one of the great arms of the giant gumtree The birds flit around me and regard me curiously with their beady little eyes, rather big bird? I watch them go about their daily business, every tree a home, a possible feast in every nook Wash and preen a little bit, and all sing for joy at each side of the day, now I’m a sparrow too! Back in the little house with it’s four walls, it’s doors and windows, it’s locks and chains Where that suffocating feeling comes creeping around my lungs, constricting my throat Where the chattels of my life come alive and scream at me so that my head pounds all day And my heart sags down in my chest further each day, it aches, it feels like a solid lump. I mourn on the couch and beside me my friend looks up with his deep, liquid, brown eyes And although he never speaks I hear him whisper, I feel it in his body, I see it in those eyes, Patience, he says, and strength, one day you will live and then we will live together, but now, Close your eyes, breathe the sea air, feel the wind and the water, hear the birds, keep dreaming. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 337 [topic] => 14 [informant] => itsme7 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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