A Vision in the Dreamtime

My word, Jayne-Chloe. Dreamtime wanderer, you fly with gossamer wings. ~Mum Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.

Out of the mist came the kangaroos, the spirits of the dreamtime, and whispered of things unknown to you and yet you versed their thoughts and in theatrical splendour swaddle your visions for us to see, to feel and to experience, you take our breath and feed it to the winds and doing so we relate to your concerns and celebrate your safe returns. We do sweet lady of the Australia's where the red red sand blows patterns in the sky of past gods and demons, flying high and with their rocky crevices decorated with their ancient wisdom educate our minds so that when we feel their story being told within ourselves we be prepared and take the oars of life's boat and steer straight on to where we all belong. "as I sucked" a comma after -I ? I saw phytoplancton particles in the North sea, going for a midnight bathe at midnight(!) with my, then, boyfriend Andrew, we sneaked out of our tents and made for the beach just the other side of the sand dunes, and swam in the nature (!), beneath the lighthouse in the black waters, just off the coast near Lossiemouth, the Moray firth, and there at every sweep of the hands were thousands of tiny lighted particles, the cells of the above named plankton like stirring the Milky Way how we loved that, at 16 and 21 years old!!!! Magic, your line reminded me of this Jayne:- "I swept my hand through stars
 that floated in fingers of memory
 all held, 
" Love to you you starry dreamer Ann

of the photoplankton that glows when disturbed. I've only heard about it, but the image was so strong, when I read your words, that I could see it clearly. You evoke such visions with your work, that I can imagine things that I have never seen! Waking to curtains dancing through mosaics of light and turning into wings, is the genius of the mind of Jayne 'the dragon'. Awesome! Love and higgest hugs, ~ Gee

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJNB8fXje3I Neil Young ~ Only A Dream Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.

I want to be in this dream! I never had anything that surreal happen to me while sleeping. Anyway I really enjoyed this poem its really well written.

I cannot believe your mind and you dreamed this next to me ?? wake me up for the ride next time lol love you baby hubby xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

level reached and how fantastic this magical dream of yours is. Gobsmacked. No more no less. I cannot praise this or your last enough to give it credit. I give you accolade. Well done. Love Lyz. XX

This poem is AMAZING. There are many many lines i love. it is a really really beautiful read. i will definately visit this poem again and can i ask if i can share this poem with friends not on this site? they would love it. I won't if you don't want me to though ; ) Well done. I have a book about dream time legends. there are some fantastic stories in it. much love vicki x

I am absolutely blown away by this poem. I have so much to learn, and I could learn much of it right here from this one piece. This is terrifically brilliant.

How beautifully you write on one of my favorite subjects. I love dragonflies and have many in my garden in the summer circling around the Koi ponds. When reading this beautiful poem, the shift in tense caused me to stumble a bit because I wanted to keep reading in the same tense. Perhaps - a suggestion might be ***** For weeks I have been followed, they mirror my every move ... and now, I dream them. They drift in, separate me from my bed whisk me from my sheets - they fly me to curl the other place; soar on dreams brush just enough to touch. My feet stroll medieval turrets and like walking ripples across a lake I glide. My hand sweeps through stars ***** and go from there. NOW THIS: "they call me in wimples serenade me to cathedrals within canopy’s of weeping willows, I am gobsmacked in their phantasmic enchantments that undulate vapoured mist, with feeling" Oh oh oh oh oh - I loved those lines. I melted within them, finding a favorite word in "gobsmacked". Deliciously enchanting as all dragonflies are and will always be. Over all - this is creative and wonderful poetry, and it sings of things more precious. Life that flutters, of fairies and butterflies, of gardens and dragonflies ... and then we feather with you back to earth. A beautiful journey to love and cherish in verse forever. Thank you so much for sharing. I hope my thoughts have been positive and helpful. ~Pamela