When

When dark of night so softly sounds the silence of the world,

so does the wishes of my life begin to then unfurl

in varied scenes of dreams and schemes in patterns vast and varied

where I can sense the thrills of life beyond my mind that's wearied,

with daily chores and routine bores demanding life's acceptance

without remorse, without excuse, without recourse or repentance.

When dreams of life call out to me from distant shores of thought

I'd rather follow where they lead than where that I would not,

to see the living souls in search of treasured dreams of love

and watch them build their castles true in clouds way up above

the twisted thoughts of dimes and dozens, the ilk of names and numbers,

where all that's wanted to be real is never lost in slumber.

When I in solace can bequeath my mind to soar in stars

I place my faiths in all that's not instead of all that are's

so if my choosing does accept a gentle ride on wings

I upon a phoenix back can fly where no one sees

the awesome strength of graceful myth with wings defeating air

in glided flight where like the night I cast off all my cares.

When childlike wonder fills my head with cotton candy clouds

daring me to chase the wind as it shrieks and howls,

I find myself among the lands of dancing twirling leaves,

entertained by nature's whispers lilting on the breeze,

showing me the secrets of its gentle ways of life

drawing me away from worries, angers, grief and strife.

When I in trust can greet the place where dreams may ever bloom

and spin the yarns of loyal friends upon a spinning loom,

I welcome all those unopposed to search for happiness 

into the realms where can be found the trueness of a bliss

that belongs among the throngs of what their heart's desire

without the need of jealousies, hatred hopes or ire.

When poet's voice from universe calls my thoughts to pen

the words of choice for a voice to comfort from within

I dedicate my mind to moments where it may be heard

in metered rhythms without a sound from music, book or bird,

so that the ancient blessing flows into a new existence

without an ego in its path to  keep it from acceptance. 

Jade Dane Jaspers