Hush my child, no need to speak
Just close your eyes and do not peek
The Dream Angel cometh with dreams galore
For you to take part in and enjoy
Hush my child, and worry not
As you drift to sleep without a thought
The Dream Angel will see you on your way
Until you awake in a brand new day
Hush my child, drift sound asleep
No time for tears, no need to weep
The Dream Angel will hum the lullaby song
And you will be dreaming before…
Many thanks to Hélène for setting this challenge… the link to Willow Poetry is above.
I visited you in my dreams last night
You’d had your hair done in a special way
You wanted to tell me something
But couldn’t think of what to say
You pointed to the garden
Where the pond had overflown
And then I found myself somewhere else
And to be honest I was thrown
You called me to you as the dream began
I climbed the flights of stairs
But as soon as we met up again
The dream simply disappeared
Next time when we meet again
Once more you’ll be someone else
But I’ll know your presence and know it’s you
And may even see your face
Two posts in one, this one.
My entry for Six Word Saturday.
And my latest Watercolour Month painting.
I’ll leave the six words here. Bit tricky trying to get everything in. Especially with time being of the essence. Again!
Last year, as part of #WorldWatercolorMonth, I created this painting inspired by Sue Dreamwalker:
So this year, I’m doing it again. This time, the watercolour is inspired by Hollis, otherwise known as Visionkeeper, or VK as I call her.
It features a butterfly:
And a lighthouse and a watcher:
So, now to the whole painting:
It took me a couple of hours to complete, and once I started drawing the initial outline the other elements sprang to mind. Animals and people seem to be the main themes for me to paint this year… and it’s all good for me.
Hope you’re having a fabulous Saturday.
Visit Debbie’s blog here.
Visit Sue Dreamwalker here.
And visit Visionkeeper here.
Enjoy the view
See with clarity
What you want to do
Breathe in deep
Let inspiration flow
Take the first few steps
And away you go
Walk then run
Or leap then fly
Follow your dream
Reach for the sky
The Land of Nod beckoned. Stars shone brightly in an almost clear and endless sky, each one representing someone’s dream; someone’s hope. The island sparkled in the starlight, frozen on the horizon, frozen in time. The Land of Nod. Eternal gateway to the Realm of Dreams, accessed only occasionally by souls travelling as their host bodies slept. Some remember their visits there, trying to revisit as often as they can. Others merely recall snippets… snapshots… fragmented memories and out of order recollections of a magnificent surreal reality. The icy waters lap the shoreline, gently ebbing and flowing, gently passing the time and gently reflecting both the wonder and the fluid nature of the imagination.