Door of Dreams

Alethea asked me to share the poem I mentioned in yesterday’s post,
a poem I wrote after painting the picture above.

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Door of Dreams

Would you walk the corridor of dreams,
Into the dark and unknown inner places,
Where silent voices whisper your desires
From unkissed lips upon amorphous faces?

Dare you cross the Temple chequerboard,
Where black and white in alternating tread
Reflect the hope and terror of the night,
To face imaginations deepest dread?

Could you face each inner world you find,
Knowing that they are a true reflection
That show the turmoil of the conscious mind
Destroying your illusion of perfection?

Can you face the demons hidden there,
Where every rock and tree and fragrant flower,
May hold the cryptic kernel of your fears
Reverberating with emotive power?

Look deep into the mirror of your dreams
To see reflected ancient joys and sorrow,
Begin to read the soul that journeys there
And face today and walk toward tomorrow.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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25 Responses to Door of Dreams

  1. Thank you for sharing, Sue. That gave me chills ❤ Perhaps fitting for the workshop this month…<3

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  2. wallietheimp says:

    Eerie and beautiful words. The picture is amazing.

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  3. Both are beautiful, Sue! Really love the last line of your poem, we all need to look forward in order to heal the past ❤

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  4. I have so often wished I could make a visual representation of a dream. Even simply describing it in words changes it. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to really describe that feeling — the drifting in a non-reality — that you get in a dream. I’ve seen thousands of movies with dream sequences, but none were ever really like any dream i’ve ever had. As a start, dream sequences all have sharp edges and my dreams are floaty and soft and often have no edges — or even any boundaries.

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  5. Cool painting, Sue. So dreamlike, and the poem is a wonderful mirror.

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  6. tric says:

    Both the painting and poem work so well together and that last line…

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  7. Widdershins says:

    Magnificent! Poem and painting. 🙂

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  8. dgkaye says:

    Excellent depiction by poem of your gorgeous painting Sue. You are such a talented gal. ❤

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