Dan Gray

Dan Gray Mar 2013

Sit and watch the children
See the first awkward steps
They’re starting in on the dance of life
Wobbly in starting out
Joys in the successes
Tears in the sudden drops
Bouncing to the music only they hear
Rapid advances at times slowed to a crawl
Sometimes a few steps back
Then onward
Looks of fear, happiness and joy
Changing as they progress
The love, hugs and kisses
Given when they find whom they seek
So sit and watch the children
And see the dance of life
In their first awkward steps

Dan Gray
September 23, 2004

Dan Gray Mar 2013

Dreamer

I, am a dreamer.
I will sit; still.
My mind escapes.
It soars and takes wing.
Capturing words that compel me,
Nay, force me to pick up a pen.
It searches my heart,
Explores my soul.
Takes energy from my feelings.
It travels to my past,
Taunts my present,
Questions my future.

Finds more words.

Herds them, into sentences.

It takes my passions,
Translates them to thoughts.
Colours them with hopes.
Carves them with doubts.
Reinforces them with truths.
Undermines them, with reality.

I, am a dreamer.
I write down,
Scratch out,
Translate, change,
Combine then rearrange
All these words.
You see my fears,
Hear me laugh,
Shout, curse
And question why.
You feel my pain.
My joys.
My happiness.
Tears as they roll down my cheeks.
Love as it leaves my heart.
I, am a dreamer.

I see how things can be,
There is logic to these.
Coupled with emotions
Braced from my heart.
Ignoring the would - ahs
The could - ahs
The should -ahs
The might be’s of my life.
No matter.
The power of my words,
The righteousness of their being
The bold advances of their meanings.
They are only as substantial
As my thoughts.
For I am not a prophet,
I, am just a dreamer.

So read my words.
Let them enter your mind.
Your heart.
Your soul.
Let them lead you
Down the roads I’ve traveled,
To embrace the Love I feel.
Partake of my passions.
Lift your soul,
Cry with me,
Laugh with me.
Find deep within yourself
What I find deep within me.

Do these things
Celebrate them,
Enjoy them,
Feel them,
Live them.
Then maybe; I won’t find,
That I am just a dreamer

Dan Gray
2004

Dan Gray Feb 2013

Bean Sidhe ( Ban Shee )

I feel as if I stand atop a sharp pinnacle;
Tall, dark, ragged, foreboding.
In all directions, save one;
Misery, loneliness, pain, darkness.
In that one direction, hope;
Bright, flowering, happy, blessed.
The callous winds of change start to blow.
With the keening screams of the Bean Sidhe.
Causing one’s soul to quiver and cry in its harmony.
I try my best to keep my balance,
But find I must also fight gusts of wind
Blowing out from my hope.
Coldly trying to push me over the edge,
Instead of warmly embracing me to safety.
I am trapped.
I can feel no relief.
Maybe it would be best to close my eyes;
Open my arms to the winds;
And let the Bean Sidhe do what it will.

Dan Gray
2003

Dan Gray Feb 2013

Light

While sitting on the sea shore, under a tree,
I’ve seen the first ray of the dawns light
As it approaches me from across the open water.

I’ve seen the ghostly pale light of a full moon
Dancing with the shadows of the forest around me.

I have seen the multi faceted light from stones,
So expensive I’d have to work a lifetime to afford one.

I have seen the wondrous light of Comets,
As they cross the sky for nights on end.

But none of these,
Alone or combined,
Hold a candle to the light in my loves eyes,
As she sees me walking towards her.

Dan Gray
2000

Dan Gray Feb 2013

Autumn Rains

Bright yellow leaves tumble and fall.
They carpet the black asphalt.
Rain drops form varied streams
Which carry and reflect your colour,
From pool to forming pool
Acting as natures kaleidoscope.

Dan Gray
1998

Dan Gray Feb 2013

Result of an Arson.

Smoke, carbon, acrid, wet, ruin.
Smell of burn carried on the night breeze
Guarded building slowly settling
Sounds of its death
So slow and creeping
As to be disjointed from the material
Cries of timbers sagging from no support.
Charred, blackened, weakened from flame
Gable ends swaying in the wind
Like hands reaching out to the unseen
Attempting to grasp the sky
Fighting to stay upright
Then silence
Dawns red creeps into the sky
Reflecting colours of life off of the clouds
As if to mock with its cause of destruction
Eventually man and machine appear
Pieces of salvage removed like ***** donations
Then the building is torn apart
Dust, noise and strain.
Truck load after truck load carried away
So much less time to remove than to build
Soon all that’s left is the foundation
The building block of what comes next.

Dan Gray
2007

Dan Gray Feb 2013

Rose Petals

I lay in that dream like state
Half awake with reality;
Half asleep with sweet dreams.
I feel you still beside me.
Your smooth cool skin,
Soft as rose petals,
Touches mine.
With your warmth at my back
I feel your gentle breath against my neck.
Smiling, I roll over.
Discovering a pillow at my back,
With a gentle breeze from the window,
Lightly playing over me.
I wake fully.
A sadness touches my heart.
Just as a smile grows on my face.
For even though my dream
Has proven to be mundane,
Your presence is always with me.
An ever present joy
That I cherish with my very being.

Dan Gray
2004