It is such a vivid mystery a flowing constant change It would be somewhat scary but for your perceptive soul
Soured smooth vivid mystery A flowing eternity A stranger who is somewhat scary Smooth-sailing journey.
Why is this dream still so vivid And displaying in my night brain Over and again over decades. In a surreal setting that melds Times Square and The Grand Concourse. With buildings mostly dark Street lights reflecting off shiny pavement and sidewalks I walk in the empty streets I'm alone on the night streets 'Glad of that, 'don't want a dangerous stranger lurking
My legs are strong yet tired, but I have plenty left My legs are my greatest physical asset, for better or worse. I don't know where I'm headed But I want to be there, 'keep walking at a good pace.
Dusty aired steep shadow Shoes heavy reigned The empty place in Time to search my night brain again Ponder the walks behind my shoulder
Vivid with gushing candour. I came home just when it started to pour Timely shaken feet Shifting close by the livid door.
Waking with the dream fresh and clear As is the air, (it rained so hard last night) Out with me goes my dog, to be Among the clear crystal voiced Thrushes In their Woods, which is theirs for this half of the year I wonder what they say I know they've never sung in Times Square They're not singing of those smallest white violets That grow in the wet With their tiny purple lines on their bottom inner petals Or about me Or Sam But probably about each other About how lovely their songs are How good they'd be together Not about the crescent moon Or about where I didn't know where I was going
I don't need to know their mystery Or how the violets grow in the same place every Spring After being under feet of snow and inches of ice For the other half a year
Is this the other side of the dream? The dream? How do you know to say it differently? Better? Vividly?
This poem is written by Jim Musics and Teri D. B. Yeo.
It was inspiring to co-write with a writer of teeming experience and life which really spill onto the page. Such an honour and delight!