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Alan Dickson Oct 2013
I wish I were stranded on a tropical island
A tropical island with you
You could make art from coconuts and starfish
Yeah, coconuts and starfish might be a good place to start

And I could build a crude instrument
Out of a conch shell and driftwood
And tightly roll a papaya leaf to use for a string
Or two
Then I could play and you could sing
We wouldn't want for anything
Serenading each other by the light of the moon...

Every evening we could snuggle underneath the stars
You could be Venus, I could be Mars
We could lay our differences aside (except the good ones)
I'm safe in you, you're safe in me,
No need to hide

I wish I were stranded on a tropical island
A tropical island with you
And we'd bake clams in the hot, hot sand
Under the afternoon Sun
And brew a crazy chowder using sea salt and kelp (help!)
Then we'd make love on the beach as the water nips at our toes
Under the setting sun when the day is done

By a waterfall I'm calling you...
For my 'feline' love
Alan Dickson Sep 2013
It's been a dance, a long and lovely dance
Sparked by innocence across a thousand miles
And as the weeks went by there grew a knowing
We found our dancing legs and friendship turned to fire
I held you tight in my dreams each night
And we realized that there was more to come

It's been a dance, I moved a thousand miles
We shared a little bed, a rental house, and wide-eyed smiles
And then our son arrived, a blended family
With joys and challenges
Love and insecurities
But I held you tight in my arms each night
We'd greet the dawn, your head upon my heart

It's been a dance, sacred and holy
Fractured and lonely, for in time we lost our way
I would reach out to you, and you'd reach out to me
But our timing slipped as life got in the way
Then I hurt you so, and you hurt me so
And the pain drove us both down to our knees

It's been a dance, now comes the best part
We grew our wings again, remembered how to fly
Was it a miracle, or just unstoppable
Baptized by fire, anointed from on high
And I hold you tight in my arms each night
You're the closest thing to heaven that I've known

Now take my hand, the band is playing
Share this one last dance before I have to go
Kiss the kids for me, hold them tenderly
Tell them it won't be long before Dad gets back home
And I'll hold you tight in my dreams each night
You'll be the face that I see when I awake
The dance goes on and on
You will wait for me, I'll return to you
The dance goes on and on
I am home to you, you are home to me
The dance goes on
Alan Dickson Sep 2013
When the night falls, when the moon calls
I will seek you
When the dove cries, when my heart sighs
I will seek you

Let me taste the love you hold for me alone
Breathe the breath of love you give through flesh and bone

Secret garden, fragrant flower
Sacred hour
Mystic union, sweet communion
Holy fire

Come and taste this love I give through flesh and bone
Breathe the breath of love I breathe for you alone

Dancing, turning
Touching, burning
With desire
Spirits rising
Reaching, soaring
Climbing higher and higher

When the night falls, when the moon calls
I will seek you, we will meet again
Cheek to cheek, breath to breath,
Heart to heart
Spirits entwined
To my love forever
Alan Dickson Jul 2013
Today I will dance on the point of awareness
     Setting aside the past with honour and grace
     Releasing its weighty agonies and ecstasies
     Weaving the wisdom of lessons learned into lighter garments

Today I will dance on the point of awareness
     Trusting the future to unfold as it will
     Dismantling the fearful walls of what might be
     Living in joyful anticipation yet fully present in the  moment
    
Today I will dance on the point of awareness
     Senses, this day is yours
     Look, hear, touch, taste, and smell
     Do each with reverence, immediacy, and curiosity
     Mind, you've been working too hard
     You may take the day off

In these small yet potent ways, each moment will be made new
Today I will dance on the point of awareness
Alan Dickson Jun 2013
Her shoulders kissed the noonday sun
The crystal clear she found herself in became a conundrum
Freedom, terror... the exquisite ecstasy of falling, falling
The car got hit by a cat
Forever at peace
This was the result of a little exercise... three people each wrote a line of poetry, then passed it to the next person... I extracted the lines that I had written then switched object for subject, and voila.  Nonsensical but a fun way to write nevertheless
Alan Dickson May 2013
I looked over and there it was
Your hair clip
One of those big ones you use
To flop your hair up on your head

I love the way you do that
Natural, a little messy
It says:  
I'm fun, I'm carefree, why take myself so seriously?

Such a nice contrast to me.  

I miss you.
Alan Dickson Apr 2013
(Theme, Variations, and Coda)

Theme – Andante sognante*  
I dreamed last night...
It was a dream
Like one I've had before
Variations on a theme
My colleagues standing at my door

Guitarists all, I bid them in
And soon it's time to play
My teacher first, each one in turn
They play the night away

Var. 1- Agitato
But as they play I look around
For my guitar is gone
I look and look but cannot find
Then comes my time...   “I can't go on!”

This is absurd.  How can I play?
(What?  Did I hide it by design?
Is this my “out” as light breaks day,
An ironclad alibi?)
“I can't perform, no, not today.
I'll have to play another time.”

Var. 2 – Appassionato
My time has come, and there I sit
With my guitar in hand
And wonder what the hell to play
My mind a porous shifting sand

Completely unprepared I sit
And pray for intervention
I make up some simplistic ****
And play it with “emotion”

Var. 3 – Allegro con brio e subito calamitoso
This time round, it's different
I really want to play.
I'm ready, I'm inspired!
I'll play till break of day

I'll show them what I'm made of
They'll marvel and they'll cry
But my guitar just falls apart
“What?  Why now?  Why? WHY?”

The neck breaks off, the body splits,
the strings are hanging limply
I'm foiled again, I cannot play
I'm ******* (to put it simply)

Coda - Andantino Contemplativo
What does it mean, this silly dream
This wild subconscious spectre?
What nourishment for soul to glean
From such netherworldly nectar?

Hmmm...

I think that I should spend more time
With hands on wood and string
To reconnect with touch and sound
To let my veiled heart sing

To feel, and set those feelings free
Catharsis, true release
My sheepish nature put to bed
My denigration now to cease

For I have something bold to say
Now my true voice is ready
I'll sing again through wood and string
Rich and full and steady

Alive with truths that transcend words
Ego now at bay
Connecting with the universe
It's time for me to play

*Fine
I teach guitar at the University of Prince Edward Island... in my dreams I'm a student again, usually unprepared, reluctant to play.
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