PULLED AWAY TO DREAM
to islands
you see the call
the music wafts on many airs
and rings within the headnearing
we can almost feel the breeze
the sun
and hear the churning
of such warm seas
beyond the rise
just thereimages all appear
shift and meld
counter and blend
we are the places we have been
and ache for being
these fantasies we have not seenI soar as eagle
take the vista on strong wing
my home is of the mountain
and savage on the plainstrange tides
bear us all away
I speak these currents
in folded corners of my soul
where wounds reside that never heal
and plead for journeys never made
off into more sharp-lit lands
which hold the essence of the dream
just beyond our waiting lipsknow the pulsing of the stone
lash with storms upon the shore
find extent beyond the self
that from its chains be freed
to be amongst these
to walk these ways
and feel the reaching of the real
- Brendan Tripp
Copyright © 1993
