I Dreamt Last Night of a Feeling

I dreamt

Last night

Of a Feeling

I dreamt  

Last night

Of a Meeting

          Between you and I

It was comforting

Yet
I was cautious

          'Why are you here?

          You hate me'  

'I need to speak with you'

          'I'm busy' 

'I'll wait'
          I considered…

          'Alright' I nodded consent

You leaned in

          To slip me some skin

                    I thought

I felt your hand slide across 

                   Wrap naturally

                   Matter of factly 

                   Around mine

I felt it mostly 

Firmly

Gently
Along with 

          Your Heart

                 Open

                 Willing

          Secure in a Knowing

                 Of some sort

You waited patiently

          Held my hand Boldly

Until I woke

Why?

Why would I dream such a dream?

          As though our swords had never crossed

          As though our words 

                         Had not struck their final blow

          As though banishment wasn't so    

          And you had been searching

                         Instead

               To find me here

               In this dreaming

               In this feeling

                        Somewhere between

                        Space and time

              Waiting to align

              Myself with you

Perhaps...

Perhaps 

In this dreaming

I encountered Healing

Where hate was Love

And your kindness was mine

Wishing peace in the release of denials and silenced emotions.  If we free ourselves from the pain of judgement and Open to our own Way,  perhaps we might finally find Forever.

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

Beneath the Sway

Sounds of Emotion 

Wave in the sea

Swaying gently far in the centre of movement

Below the stormy sky

The current is strong

Beneath the soft surface

I contemplate

At the sea's rocky shore

Sandy

Wet from Sky's sweat

From Earth's toil

Spent

Empty

They are tired

I am tired

Errors of the past

Mistakes fell fast

Beyond my grasp

Of reckoning

How can I be the Healer

As I am in healing?

I may bend time

Yet cannot undo

The done

The wrong

They say there is a hell

I say it is this:

The wound of Regret 

Festers longer

Than any hell

That  exists

All those bones beneath the sway

Got carried away

Their Joy

A thing of the past

With thoughts of goodbye

My friends,

Did you sigh?

When reckoning

Arrived at last

With the energy currently circling the World, Our World, it might be time to sit and Feel.  We are Masters of each Moment until we choose to be a slave of moments past, ways of being that no longer serve our Voice of Love, who we are.  May the days ahead bring Joy, Reconciliation and stories of Humanity's true Spirit of Kindness...Love.

I remain, ever hopeful of a future where all our tears are seen,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

The Walk

It’s been several moons since Ocean Hawk took me to the Witch-Woman of the forest

The Witch-Woman...she was tall, confident and imposing
She had taken a look at my breast and concluded
     The skin around my areola had worn away
     Was easily agitated
          Gave me cream to ease discomfort

There was no discomfort

Just an aesthetic issue
     One breast visibly changed for always
          So shall it be
Should someone behead me
Identification can be made with a quick review of my chest

The walk has been long since my desert time

Eros is heading back towards me
  Carrying papers, formalities
               Written not with the glow of his golden arrow
But with the stench of blood
Long decayed in battle

Ocean Hawk remains my company
She is Kind
  Gentle
  Pure of Heart
She allows me space to grieve
My loss of Eros
Loss of the romantic notion
That Love conquers All
She is allowing my Trust to grow

Lately
Lately my dreams have been infiltrated by two
          Aries
          Eden

  Sex from men
Love from Women

I've since been wondering

     What do lesbians dream of?

          Do gay men ever dream of fucking women?
               Do straight men dream of fucking men?

Or

Is it a bi-sexual thing?

A reincarnation thing?

Or simply

          Is it a Lesley thing?

I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way to Being who We are

Isn’t Love just Love when it's all said and done?
When all our faces are removed
When all our stories have been told
Won't that be what remains of who we were?
Won't that be what we want others to remember most?

Each step I take
I feel the pebbles beneath my feet
The dust gets past my leather somehow and forms a skin beneath
  The mud
The mud ruins everything
Until I reach the Ocean

I’m headed there now
Ocean Hawk remains at my side
                I wonder at times
                         How long she'll stay


I remain,

Ever grateful for Movement, Love, and Humanity's true spirit - Goodness; and You, my Heartists and Warriors of Love, Humanity is You - it is Us,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist