The Uninvited - mag 36

My consciousness emerges

from the night and awakens 

to the morning light 

streaming in through my window 

the light that woke me up

disturbed my dreams,

A  modest wish--

I long to remain –

to linger a little while longer,
caught in between worlds,

the place where one is 

not yet fully awake,

barely a toehold

in my dream-scape. 

Drifting in its currents

I try and translate the images but now only 

see with eyes of this world, fleeting thoughts 

of endless possibilities playing in my head

Ideas which I toy with 

and create out of curiosity and wonder,

slipping away as  the light

draws me further into the day, 

casting its net around me

anchoring me in 

this world of experience

Eyes wide open, 

mesmerized by the light stream

I try and get my
bearings in this day, 

to this hour,

The familiar landscape 

of this world of reality, 

my senses reaching 

out towards the new day, 

I search in the light for the variations 

of the changing images

that translate into 

the language of the senses  

which bears my name 

and gives meaning to my life.

fin

This is a Magpie Tale hosted and created by Willow 

from Willow MANOR

Tweedledum and Tweedledee  could not decide but will go for it for there are many great writers for post on

 the 10DOM muse, hosted and created by Jeff

poem below without photo's

The Uninvited

My consciousness emerges from the night

and awakens to the morning light streaming in 

through my window

the light that woke me up - 

disturbed my dreams.

A modest wish-- I long to remain –

to linger a little while longer,
caught in between worlds, the place where 

one is not  yet fully awake,

barely a toehold in my dream-scape, 

drifting in its currents 

I try and translate the images 

but now only see 

with eyes of this world,

fleeting thoughts of endless possibilities 

playing in my head --

ideas which I toy with and create 

out of curiosity and wonder, 

slipping away as the light draws me further into the day,

casting its net around me

anchoring me in this world of experience – 

eyes wide open,  mesmerized by the light stream, 

I try and get my bearings in  this day, to this hour, 

the familiar landscape of this world of reality, 

my senses reaching out towards the new day, 

I search in the light for the variations 

of the changing images that 

translate into the language of the senses  

which bears my name and

gives meaning to my life.

           fin

photo credits: 1stBbrabourne Farm, 2nd Willows From Magpie Tale #36, 4 & 5 ffffound 6 &7tumblr, 8 Voque, Anoush Abraram