Teardrop Dreams by Moonlight

I

Alone I stood in my dream,
Upon a path by a riverbank,
Deep within the night of Oxford.
Standing still in the silver light,
Gifted from a full moon.
Still I stood for dream time,
As I watched myself standing,
Standing by the riverside,
Standing tall by a willow.
Alone again I cried,
As the moonlight shimmered,
Across the face of a forming tear,
In the corner of my eye,
The water welled up,
From the depths of my heart,
To the spring on the craggy mountainside,
Of my cold stony face.
The weight pulled it slowly,
As it ran down my cheek,
Leaving a path of sorrow,
Cooling in the midnight air.
As it reached the final drop,
It paused an infinite moment,
In the ghostly light.
Silently as a spirit,
It fell.
Dropping like a stone,
The lead weight of sorrow,
Dropping to my feet.
As I stood and watched this tear.
It reflected back the truth,
It showed me all my hopes and fears,
Encompassed in that drop,
My journey through time,
And my path hereto in sorrow.
The journey for that tear must end,
I knew it in my heart,
As it hit the ground and broke,
I felt the air clear,
The binding stillness broken,
As broken as the tear.

II

I had this dream a second night,
In all its monochromatic splendour.
Again on the third night,
I was visited by this vision.
On the fourth night,
I tossed and turned,
Nor wanting, nor caring,
To see the truth revealed.
Alas on the fifth night,
I resolved to face my dreams.
As I stood and watched my double,
I shouted,
I can't remember what I said,
But my double turned and spoke,
"I knew you would come,
You want to know who for this tear,
All is not what you see,
Yes it is a tear of sorrow,
But in this dream,
What message does this tear contain?
One of love and kindness,
Of accepting yourself and your sorrow,
Since you have chosen your path,
To love and care freely,
You will often stand on that riverbank,
And shed a single tear,
But each tear will break,
Better for the breaking,
You might not always stand alone,
Better for the sharing,
Balance in all things,
Happiness and sorrow,
Trust your heart,
Be yourself my friend,
Not worry too much, or too little,
And enjoy each and every emotion,
Learn to accept your tears."

Seeking Serendipity

Once upon a train to Didcot,
A wise man wonderfully whispered,
"Seek Serendipity my son".
Strange, he was not my father.
Just a clichéd charismatic character.
For as I recall my thoughts,
My mind jumps to explain,
The unlooked for happening,
Upon that train.
"Seeking Serendipity?" Replied I
"Yes" Quoth the wise man,
With steely eye.
I turned away from the wiseman,
But have you not missed the point,
Thought I,
'Tis meant to be unlooked for,
So "why?"
I turned once more to the wiseman,
Who refrained from commenting more.

Time passed,
The train rattled,
The sleeping world sped by,
And my eyelids began to droop,
Monotony became common shared time.
In the darkening twilight I puzzled,
Upon the mages words.

"Tickets to serendipity"
Chirped the guard.
"Pardon?"
I bleakly replied
Before a word was uttered more,
The wiseman reported,
"He knows not of serendipity"
In that you may be thwarted
"He does have that glazed grin"
Said the guard,
Tapping her polished boot,
Upon the floor,
"It is simple young sir!"
Exclaimed the ticket maid,
In a voice that spoke of white knights on horse,
"You cannot seek but you must be open"
Words uttered echoed into silence.
As we rode into Didcot Parkway station.

I got up to leave the wiseman and the maid,
Who said not goodbye,
But spoke as one, "Remember!"
My head lost in deep thought.
I departed across the gap,
I alighted into the orange glow,
My eyes hard upon the floor
A lass brushed past on my left,
Something white fell away,
In the corner of my eye,
My footsteps arrested,
I stood staring,
At this object so white,
At this bereft handkerchief,
"Miss" I cried,
For I was not late tonight,
But she was already seated,
Without a thought I charged,
Making the step with a bound,
The doors cut through the air,
To complete the surround,
And as the train began to sway,
I spoke up,
"Miss, you dropped this"
As her head turned to take in this new voice,
Between the clack of the wheels on the track,
My head leant to one side,
My eyes opened wide,
My heart jumped the gap,
Her eyes said welcome back,
And the wiseman and the maid spoke again,
"Serendipity next stop!"
With a smile and a nod,
I took her hand and held on.

If you Love Someone

Inspired by the quote:

"If you love someone, let them go, If they return to you, it was meant to be. If they don't their love was never yours to begin with"

-Source Unknown

If you Love Someone

If you love someone,
Let them go,
If you love someone,
Set them free,
Close your eyes,
Wave farewell,
Tell them,
That you love them,
But they must be free,
That you care for them,
But it is time for them to leave,
To find their own way,
Their own path.
Having said your piece turn away,
And walk home.

If someone loves you,
They won't let go,
If someone loves you,
They won't want to be free,
Open your eyes,
If they return to you,
It is meant to be.

If someone does not return,
It was not meant to be,
If someone does not come back,
The love was never there,
And their love was never yours to begin with.