William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
When the dreaming stops
When...wishing and the heart wanting
Doesnt tear so much at the soul
Tears dont fall like priceless diamonds...
The reality sets cat feet into the mind
Re-minders...place holders of ideas held in check
Minders...always in the backround
Music behind the conversation
Mountain Laurel kisses and Magnolia breath
Forget to breathe! The idea is so big!!!
Come to realise
It was all love letters to the heart
Never sent
Never read
Never...meant.
Sadness is required I suppose
Or may-be..a beating of the breast
For a heart to bear such news
Losing the bearings
The bearings in the machine cannot balance when pulled away from course and pace,
What remindes?
Demands for a time...
An allotted time for the dotage
Then the dream fades
Dram by wee dram
What remains..
Is whether to weather the storms in the soul
To let pass what was once...fever
Or to bathe away the heat
And that caustic bath of reality strip away what was hot and new.
Or.
Do you dare..Pilgrim
Step away from idyll sleeps
And wake up and take full measure in your cup
And drink fully
Deeply
Drink until you cannot
And drink some more
Drunk within the throws of your passion
Uphend that bottle..LIFE!
Raw and fresh from the vine
Stamped by eager feet
That look..in their eyes
The look..in yours.
Walk the trail of fallen leaves
Each a season
Each..in the glory of their seasons
Look how they glow
Each and everyone
Each left behind by a pilgrim in their time.
Dont regret not going pilgrim awaiting the "right" time
Off you go!
When...wishing and the heart wanting
Doesnt tear so much at the soul
Tears dont fall like priceless diamonds...
The reality sets cat feet into the mind
Re-minders...place holders of ideas held in check
Minders...always in the backround
Music behind the conversation
Mountain Laurel kisses and Magnolia breath
Forget to breathe! The idea is so big!!!
Come to realise
It was all love letters to the heart
Never sent
Never read
Never...meant.
Sadness is required I suppose
Or may-be..a beating of the breast
For a heart to bear such news
Losing the bearings
The bearings in the machine cannot balance when pulled away from course and pace,
What remindes?
Demands for a time...
An allotted time for the dotage
Then the dream fades
Dram by wee dram
What remains..
Is whether to weather the storms in the soul
To let pass what was once...fever
Or to bathe away the heat
And that caustic bath of reality strip away what was hot and new.
Or.
Do you dare..Pilgrim
Step away from idyll sleeps
And wake up and take full measure in your cup
And drink fully
Deeply
Drink until you cannot
And drink some more
Drunk within the throws of your passion
Uphend that bottle..LIFE!
Raw and fresh from the vine
Stamped by eager feet
That look..in their eyes
The look..in yours.
Walk the trail of fallen leaves
Each a season
Each..in the glory of their seasons
Look how they glow
Each and everyone
Each left behind by a pilgrim in their time.
Dont regret not going pilgrim awaiting the "right" time
Off you go!
