The Surreal Thread #2

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What do we mean by 'surreal' ? We mean those strange feelings we get sometimes that are indefinable, and give us a sense of time-warp, other worlds, mystic intuitions. You know, feelings like 'deja vu'; the person we meet for first time, and feel like we know. Light that seems to be different from the usual. All those kind of hints that Life is larger than our usual senses.

 

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RE-RUNS

Over and over, the memories pass.
Shadows and lights in the mind.
Summer and songs, and a soap-opera cast,
like an old show of re-runs in Time.

The Saturday series. The Sunday review.
The dramas we lived through the years.
Over and over, I see pictures of you.
Sometimes you're smiling. Sometimes in tears.

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A reel unwinding, then running again.
Over and over, a Time-Warp in mind.
I move through the days, wondering when,
again I'll start living in present-day time.

It's a surreal theater, where film has been spliced,
into pictures in patches of whimsical scenes.
Heart-wrenching tragedies. Romantic spice.
Worry, and wonder,and yesterday's dreams.

I know I'm not drowning. Is Time winding down ?
Are all of us caught in a Cycle's review ?
Are the scenes of a lifetime spinning around,
downloading now, before starting anew ?

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A reel unwinding, then running again.
Over and over, a Time-Warp in mind.
I move through the days,wondering when,
and where, and what, is present-day time.

"Future Folk" Music-Betty Curtis

 

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GHOST SHIP

I saw a Ghost Ship flowing -
a sail of wispy white -
silvery and glowing,
beneath the Full Moon light.

A hush fell on the ocean.
The sea-breeze hung in air,
like the quiet, deep devotion,
of a soul in silent prayer.

I don't know from where it came.
I don't know where it was bound.
I know some things remain -
unknown to sight and sound.

It was like a floating feather,
descending in a calm.
No current of the weather -
moved the ghost along.

I wondered if the vision
were just a trick of night,
like moonlight through a prism,
playing with my sight.

There are worlds around us,
that do not always show,
but slip through to remind us,
there are secrets we don't know.

"Future Folk"Music

 

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QUICKSILVER VISIONS

Quicksilver memories flow through the mind.
They won't be bound by Time.
You can catch them a moment,rolled like a tear,
then swiftly, they disappear.

Quicksilver pulse, leaps in the heart,
when touched by Cupid's dart -
flows like a fire through springtime veins,
and falls like late-summer rains.

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Never quite captured. Never quite lost.
Such is our dearest and fondest recall.
We hold the treasure. We pay the cost,
for Quicksilver Visions at Memory's Ball.

Quicksilver promise, on the lips of young love,
easily slips through memory's glove.
Drifts like a whisper out of the past,
to a future love that will last.

Quicksilver moments of quicksilver soul.
Quicksilver bells that toll.
All through a lifetime of wandering love,
on wings of a quicksilver Dove.

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Never quite captured. Always within.
Glinting with beauty we cannot define.
Fire that is liquid. Light that is wind.
Quicksilver Visions, in the heart and mind.

"Future Folk"Music-Betty Curtis

 

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NIGHT FLIGHT

I walk down the stairs, down the hall,
through the door, onto the street,
into the taxi I'd called -
settle into the well worn seat.
Watch the neon as we pass.
A blur of color in the night.
See the buildings in a flash,
speeding to the red-eye flight.

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Flying away in summer rain.
Sleeping tonight up in the sky.
Off to somewhere else again.
Sometimes wondering why.

Movable life. Movable home.
A wandering soul takes the body along.
I'm not one who planned to roam,
but my calling's old, and my trade is song.
I see through the window, summer's moon,
shining on clouds, like a heavenly sea.
Tonight we sleep in a winged cocoon.
In the morning light, we'll all fly free.

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I think, as I wait for sleep to come,
it seems to me, we all are on,
an ancient flight to the morning sun.
I study the scenes, and write my songs.


"Future Folk" Music-Betty Curtis

 

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