Dreams in the Night
Winner Of Poetic Dreamscapes Poetry Contest for 4/11/99
Walk with Me
Colors blending, swirling,
becoming a whimsical
of changing velvet hues, of cooling rains and dancing fires.
Sweet attar of morning, cool
breeze and fresh
to afternoons of sultry heat, blending into nights of star bright skies.
Dreams and memories
like a child's
windows to life, doorways to your inner self, wherein truth awaits, lives or dies.
Share with me, these walks
surround me in confusion,
help me to find the key to the door that will lead me onto a trouble free path.
Hold my hand and lead me,
my side so
I will not travel alone,
for I fear the darkness and the memories that await to pounce and wound.
© July 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
Caressing my face with tendrils
holding me close with branches soft
feeling the spirit of the trees as it speaks
softly to my inner self.
Walking amongst trees dark in
feeling the roughness of the bark with fingertips
sensing the life that resides within the canopy
that protects me as I walk.
Holding the feelings close to
relishing in the serenity the awareness brings
as I walk amongst the spirits that reside
deep within the darkened wood.
© December 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
Life contains the trials and
The goal is to learn to balance the bad and the good within your life.
There are some who will try to convince you
your life is not within the realm of normalcy,
but who is the one who dictates normalcy?
Who makes the rules for our realities?
Each and every once of us has
determine our own realities.
We do not need anyone else to determine our realities for us.
How many times in your life have you heard someone say,
“she doesn't know whether she is coming or going” or
“don't mind her .. she marches to the beat of a different drummer”?
These people who are
or different, or unusual ..
who are not adhering to the reality of the majority of people ..
what gives us the right to ostracize them?
Who gave us the right to judge them?
Who is it that considers the options, sets the rules, conceives the notions,
and minds the boundaries of the rules society determines as normal?
Who creates our reality?
I want to meet the ones who
made the moral
totally ignoring the wants and dreams of others ..
because they themselves have lost the ability to dream.
Waking to the silence of a
where the clock on the wall sounds of drums
crashing in the stillness of the night.
Seeking out comfort in the
calling to the voices that dance in the air
trembling as I try to forget the dreams.
Pulling comfort from the cool
that quietly drifts through rising curtains
allowing the fear to leave on the wind.
And still to dream and to see
beyond this moment's blend ..
where night and day and future still .. to send .. and to retrieve again.
The heartfelt stirrings of souls that walk the night .. to cry .. to love .. to live ..
outpourings of emotions heal the heart and caress the troubled mind.
And this the place we venture
a pass into free light ..
where tangle and mesh are loosed to furl and fall away from darkness' breast ..
hoping to find a measure of peace .. searching and holding close to our hearts,
the tattered remains of a lost dark soul .. and the shattered pieces of life.
Yet still in hope to find the
.. and the
healing that peace brings ..
when once again to search the night for sleep and the chance to dream.
© May 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
Touching .. stirring
Fooling the mind into believing
Stealing the breath with harshness
of hand and cruel thoughts
killing the inner most soul.
Manipulation of the mind
Directing .. deception .. to hide
Commanding the truth
to stand aside and make room
for the dominating spirit of light.
The silence has been
The silence has been stolen
Absolute quiet is pushed aside
replaced with the twisted dreams
of a damaged and ravaged mind.
© May 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
One by one, the stars of the
night awaken with
twinkling against a velvet sky.
One's inner soul is soothed
as a quiet peace envelopes the mind,
a gift from the night.
Peace and tranquillity fill the heart, chasing out the inner
demons, as the night sounds fill the mind with serenity.
Images of man and beast
telling stories of the heart
fleeting stillness in silent fear
pulling mind and soul apart.
Mystery and cryptic
hidden in the shadows there
veiled with wonder and with awe
furtive, hiding, still aware.
shivers of sound creep into my sleep,
burrowing their way in and joining my thoughts
as a kaleidoscope of colors swirl into dreams
awakening my soul and playing with my mind.
from voices of a long ago past,
sing to me a sweet litany of cradlesong.
Clear and pure, the music surrounds me
and the dreams take me off to a land so kind.
of oblivion cradles me as I walk
through a forest glen of springtime newness.
Peace and tranquility abound as I converse
with another who is myself as a child.
We spend much time in quiet recollections
of our life’s trials and lessons learned,
and when she quietly turns to leave my side,
her eyes meet mine, meek and mild.
comes and the air of the glen
surrounds me in a cloak of warm comfort.
The woodsy smell of fresh trodden earth
brings memories of another cherished one
and my grandmother comes to walk with me
in this forestland my mind has made.
We talk; we kiss, then share our hearts
till she too must leave, her visit done.
dance across my skin, reviving me,
as crisp and sharp the breeze in the glen,
reminds me of the fall of the year
and brings another to visit with me.
A spirit of such quiet splendor and tranquility
my soul is quieted of harsh thoughts and pain
until He touches me and asks me to come,
to listen, but I don’t want to hear His words.
desperate anguish, I push Him away
and plead with him to let me stay
for I am not ready to follow him
to wherever He wishes me to go.
I have some work to finish yet, people to help,
and I ask if I can but stay a while more.
It saddens Him, but He nods and leaves
and then my tears begin to flow.
nothingness, stark and cold,
fills my mind and the trees of the glen are laid bare.
Life is still, no sound, no warmth,
emptiness abounds within the whole of me.
I awake with a cry and a tear on my cheek
and feel the void where once I felt
the hand of God, now torn from my inner self
and I am cold, and tired, and empty.
© November 2001 Brenda “Rion” Sewell
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Fog has overtaken me in the
realms within my
clouding issues, hiding facts that I need to find my way.
Sleep alludes me, restful slumber hides just out of reach
teasing, tempting, torturing till night turns into day.
They tell me to relax and just
forget the pain
to get on with my life and to put the past behind me.
I know this is what I must do, but for the life of me,
I cannot let the memories go of all that misery.
Words and time, tears and pain
that tear the
threaten to undermine the healing of my mind.
I turn to prayer and from a dear friend ask for help
to bind the thoughts with words so kind.
We conquer my fears to find the
Creating a safe and reverent place to begin my life anew
learning the wisdom of letting go of the pain ...
so my forward path will be clear and true.
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My eyes rest on the gently rising slope of the land ahead. Green grass, soft as satin, goes far into the distance. The grass feels like velvet beneath my feet as I make my way to the center of the circle of stones in the heart of the field. Raising my eyes to the heavens, I begin to sing. A song from a distant past fills the air as I sing. The song is a gift given to me in a dream. Sweet notes of compassion and love well up from the depths of my heart and heaven hears my song.
The song lifts me from the depths of despair and sets my feet back on the path of righteousness. I sing to my Lord and let him hear the love I have for him. Notes fall from my lips as rain from a spring time sky.
Soft and warm the night air takes the notes and holds them to give to others who may visit this holy place. As I hold the notes, the stars in the heavens seem to come closer to hear the words of praise to my Lord, my God.
As the moon rises in the East, its silvery luminescence covers the earth with a light bright from the hand of God. The light is a path to the truth, a beacon to those whose lives are in deep despair. The moonlight brightens the darkness that surrounds me in the deep of the glen; not so unlike the light that brightens the lives of those who take the Lord into their hearts.
I hold my arms crossed against my chest, cradling my love and singing to the heavens. In reverent testimony to the true love of God, the notes ring clear as crystal against a star bright sky. I sing of my love to God. As I sing, a gentle rain begins to fall. Misty teardrops of rain join the tears of joy that run down my cheeks as I am anointed with rain from the hand of God. The rain is His acknowledgment to me that He has heard my song.
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Shadows of terror, unbearable
are hidden deep within my mind.
They sneak out to finish, to tear me apart
in dreams of great detail and grief.
These nightmares come to me
deep in the night
awakening me as I scream.
For someone to come and help me to fight
so this time my life can be mine.
© March 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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Dampness from the evening
clings to the skin like diamonds ..
reflecting the moon as miniature
globes of effervescent fire.
In the distance, a long
fills the quiet night shadows ..
as the wolf tips his nose to the sky
calling his mate to come to his side.
Forever sharing the harmony
of the night
a serenity can be shared by one and all ..
if you just take a moment to quiet your heart
and listen to the wondrous glory of it all.
I dreamed of a spiral and stones and have found myself doodling spirals and symbols on the notepad by the phone as I answered the phone.
In my dream, a man stood before a wall painted with a triple spiral laid over a triangle. The man handed me two small, flat, clay-colored stones. Each of the stones were etched with little lines in a symbol. As he handed the first stone to me, he said, "This is the original fire." and he uttered a guttural sound .. something like "fa". Then as he handed me the second stone, he said, "This stone is for the time with no time.", then he said, "ur". He then touched my forehead, smiled and told me to not lose them again for together they are balance.
I felt very comfortable with this dream and awoke from it feeling very refreshed and thinking "that was a deja vu kind of dream" and then realized I was outside in the backyard. I had walked in my sleep again. I don't yet understand the symbolism in the dream or why this man gave me the stones.
I have been going over this dream in my head, trying to remember where the spiral was in the dream. The only thing that keeps coming to mind is a stone wall with a triple spiral painted as if it was laid over a picture of a triangle. But I cannot remember if the wall was an inside wall of a building or the outside wall. I know the wall was very old, was of stone, the area was not well lit, and the spiral was hard to see.
I have since learned from a friend the symbols were runes. An ancient alphabet called glyphs that were carved into small stones. She also said, "For some reason Spirit decided it was important for you to have this knowledge given to you directly. It's a special gift." Thank you Marcy.
I don't know what kind of gift it is or what will transpire from now on, but I am open minded in understanding the symbolism of the dream and will do some studying.
February 26, 2001
Basic Information on the two runes:
Fehu (F: Domestic cattle, wealth.)
Possessions won or earned, earned income, luck. Abundance, financial strength in the present or near future. Sign of hope and plenty, success and happiness. Social success. Energy, foresight, fertility, creation/destruction (becoming).
Fehu Reversed: Loss of personal property, esteem, or something that you put in effort to keep. It indicates some sort of failure. Greed, burnout, atrophy, discord. Cowardice, stupidity, dullness, poverty, slavery, bondage.
Uruz: (U: Auroch, a wild ox.)
Physical strength and speed, untamed potential. A time of great energy and health. Freedom, energy, action, courage, strength, tenacity, understanding, wisdom. Sudden or unexpected changes (usually for the better). Sexual desire, masculine potency. The shaping of power and pattern, formulation of the self.
Uruz Reversed: Weakness, obsession, misdirected force, domination by others. Sickness, inconsistency, ignorance. Lust, brutality, rashness, callousness, violence
Thank you to both Marcia Singer and Mark Smith for this information on runes.
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