Dreams a window to the past
youth takes fancy to enfold the wise
wherein yesteryear is held hand fast
such as life in amber encased lies
People passing who feel and touch
across the miles time stands still
dimensional moment hourglass such
compared to a Dali canvas surreal
Reach out and speak a name suspended
seasons nought where nature’s free
physical being is supple and mended
reality exiled from the mind scape see
© December 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
The phrase, “seasons nought when nature’s free,” really got me, Renee. The image only lends a header – the meaning is all in your words. The concept of reality being exiled from the mind? Hey, I’m all about that!! Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/12/08/dragons-breath/
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Thank you Amy! I have to say I found this write in a notebook of mine I had forgotten about so thought…why not! So posted it with the image and there you are. 🙂
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I so love this Renee, You have captured the essence of that magical connection we each have and yet as we ponder to the mysteries of life we wonder if as to the reality or the Illusion of the dream.. The Graphic I have seen on Photobucket and its one I have long admired..
A wonderful poem and I am so happy you have shared it with us. A Magical Find. xxxx
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Thank You Sue! Yes, I was quite surprised to find it. I have many notebooks lying around with blank pages in which, if a thought finds me, I quickly write something down. Sometimes a whole poem and other times just words. One never knows. 🙂
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Each stanza is rich with beautiful imagery, Renee.
Pamela
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Thank You Pamela! Nice to see you here.
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simply amazing. loved the canvas and the painting it painted.
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I nearly did not find an image to go with this one but finally did. Thank You!
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