Do you hear it
in the dark
moment
before you slip
beneath the cover
of sleep?
Does it murmur
you awake
call you back to
day?
There
between the worlds
do you hear
your heart whisper
what you must do?
You begin to see
there is an end
to the long tunnel
of time,
and your heart says,
Now
before it is too late
let’s look
just one more time
for those dreams
we’ve heard so much about.
year-struck 
Beautiful, and a beautiful picture.
I used to, and sometimes still do even now after her death, hear my name called in a whisper that was still distinctly my mother’s voice, right at that drift-off-to-sleep point. The first few times, I called her up in a panic the next morning to see if anything was wrong. Eventually, though, I just went into sleep with it. It may be, as you put it, my heart calling.
I have heard my name called too, RAB. I’m sure the neuroscientists have an explanation based on chemical reactions. I am a believer in the heart.
Beautifully written YS. I’m heading back to bed now to see if I can re-capture this feeling.
Thank you, Elyse. Sweet dreams – here or there.
interesting… this is one step removed from the calling we usually hear about, this call to find those dreams… if they exist. The calling of a skeptic, one might think… though not willing to give up on what might be there… there is the suggestion of temptation. But could such a calling drag you from the hearth through the brambles to a mountain top or distant shore…
Maybe it is the same calling, Shimon. Who knows if our dreams are really are own or are gifts from another.
Beautiful and thought provoking. I sometimes hear my mother who has been gone for 28 years. She continues to advise me from the grave which is both funny (she was very opinionated) and welcome (still miss her!).
I’m glad you liked it, Kate. It’s wonderful isn’t it that you can still hear her after all these years.
Poem…beautiful
Your comment “or gifts from another” …moving
I am happy you liked it. All of life is a gift, I think.
magic place…
Thank you for reading.
really nice =)
Ah, the poetess revealed.. Your talents are as limitless as your dreams.
You are kind to say so. Thank you.
Beautiful! It’s always a pleasure to read your word…
… words… 🙂
Thank you so much for reading.
Beautiful words. And a lesson in there for me – thank you.
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Love this!
That makes me happy.
Glorious, intuitive, hopeful. Thanks.
I’m glad you found it hopeful.
Yes. I hear it. Always looking for those dreams.
Trust you will find them.
Sometimes the most powerful echoes are the ones emanating from within. I have come to depend on reading you (though I don’t admit it to anyone…) as a way to tap into my power source. Keep on keeping on. This whole package was so tight and uncluttered. Such good work…Dan
Thank you for your kind words, Dan. You are an encouragement to me in your writing.
Beautiful. It’s hard for me to hear the whisper through the chatter. What’s up with that?
It’s hard to find silent places in our world, isn’t it? Yet, the silence has so much to offer.
I seem to be able to find silent places in the world more easily than silent places in my mind.