when night falls
the world loses its shape.
colour washes into the ground.
the grey scale rules.
so it is in sleep.
the carefully delineated corridors and boxes
that mark your route through life
- illusion perhaps -
but the map that guides your waking hours,
is suddenly covered with unfamiliar symbols that
echo somehow,
somewhere,
and you need time.
you need time
to unpack each one,
and then more time
to connect the dots
of their relation.
to understand a you
who doesn't exist.
except in the dream
you were just inside.
from david sylvian's album "dead bees on a cake"
darkest dreaming
stay tonight
we'll watch the full moon rising
hold on tight
the sky is breaking
i don't ever want to be alone
with all my darkest dreaming
hold me close
the sky is breaking
i don't ever want to be alone
with all my darkest dreaming
hold me close
the sky is breaking
words david sylvian
16 comments:
Hi Steven
are the top words yours?
I think that the world of the dream, of symbols and imagery, is very much you...a you that exists both inside and outside the dream, but perhaps we are only conscious of a limited number of parts of the deeper self, much of which remains hidden away in the unconscious...waiting for future dreams or imagery ...or awareness...
The unconscious is a vast repository of information and emotions, that speaks a different language and works to its own agenda.
Happy days
i often wonder about the world of dreams, nice post...
Dreamy thoughts and music.
Best Thanksgiving wishes, to you and yours, Steven.
Ah dreams, steven, there is a subject close to my heart sometimes - at other times they open up a can of worms, lovely words and pics as usual.
Dreamtime, yes...my other life.
Yes, it's so different in dreams where the "carefully delineated corridors and boxes" become unfamiliar. I like your idea of unfamiliar symbols that echo somewhere. This is a lovely poem Steven. And I like the symbols in the David Sylvain cover. Thanks for sharing these various artists.
Happy Thanksgiving.
That one left me speechless.
Hi Steven~ Love is the most precious gift we have and have to share. David Sylvian makes us feel that: not wanting to be alone in the dark and with the cobwebs of our dreams. "Stay tonight." Very lovely.
hello delwyn, yes the top words are all mine! i like your unpacking of the conscious and unconscious mind. i know that they speak and inform each other. the terms of the unconscious are necessarily symbolic and i suspect that even when they are laid bare, they are still only a vague approximation in conscious terms of the riches that lie below the surface!! have a lovely day. steven
hello crafty green - thankyou. poetry sometimes feels like it dances in the interstice between the conscious and unconscious mind. steven
hello willow and thankyou. we were graced with an aussie man who shared his first butter tart and thanksgiving with us!! he was in awe of both!!! have a lovely day at the manor. steven
hello weaver - a can of worms indeed. it's fun to open up ones own dreams (and sometimes others if they're willing) because you never know what you'll find!! have a lovely day in the dale. steven
yes ellen - a whole other life! steven
hello joanna - thanks and i hope you have had a lovely thanksgiving yourself. steven
hello jenny - not being a very quiet person myself, i don't often have that effect on people!! have a peaceful day. steven
hi maragret, i'm so glad you liked that. david's words and music are among my most favourite. he is able to create colour in his music and that's something i appreciate in any musician. have a lovely day. steven
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