Dreaming through the years 2000-2013

Once I dream t of Camelot
Misty castles along the ocean
Once I dream t of a prince
Who would pledge me his devotion
Once I dream t of stormy skies
And a claddaugh ring on my hand
Once a fallen Angel
With demons in her head
Once alone on Saturn’s rings
Waltzing with the dead
I have dream t so many dreams
In my cherished moonlit nights
I’ve wrote my life’s story
By the warm glow of candlelight
I have dream t so many things
On my perfect fantasy world
I escaped reality and lived in fairy-tales
I still dream of Camelot
And Castles on the shore
But now I am content without a prince
To complicate my world

B.J.H.   August 7, 2013

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Waltzing in Shadow

Waltzing In Shadow

 

Dearest dreamer speak with me

Tell me of the visions that your eyes see

Tell me of the dimensions that you have known

Tell me the secrets that your eyes hold

Dear sweet dreamer sit with me

Hold my hand and be still with me

Gaze at my lake of shimmering glass

Let it’s calmness dissipate the past

My dearest dreamer walk with me

By moonlit meadow and whispering streams

We can walk in shadow by the snowy sea

We can walk by starlight under the shelter of trees

Dear sweet dreamer what do you see

What things do you keep hidden from me

What thoughts are you harboring as we float here in the haze of dreams

My dearest dreamer come to me

Hold me tight and sing with me

In dreams our souls can forever be..

Waltzing in the shadow of the moonlit sea

by Bonnie Jean Higgins

2003

Emotions Dream~ Published Work

~ Emotions Dream ~

One soul of silver

Like a morning mist in the meadow

Of an Angels dream

One soul of opal

Like a twilight rainbow

On the halo of Saturn

In the midst of space

Two souls together

In stormy weather

In seas of green

Like a demons dream

The waves will change them

Like a Picasso painting

A twisted vision

Of soulful passion

One heart of silver

One heart of opal

Two souls are mixing

The perfect potion

Of a pure emotion

Like destiny’s dream

Bo Bonnie Jean Higgins  02/20/03

March Of Doom

:: March of Doom::

The march of doom plays in my head
The sound of mourners surrounding my bed
Lacrimosa a fitting song
As my coffin is brought to the burial ground
The thud of dirt
The stench of lye
The rain of orchids to wilt with time
No tears displayed
The mourners sigh
The clouds are low
In a blackened sky
The sound of doom
The mourners come
I awoke from this dream
To the sound of the drums

2003 ~ Bonnie Jean Higgins

Lost At Sea

Two tortured hearts

Lost out at sea

Lost for eternity

Once, twice

Their lights have crossed

Just a whisper through words and thoughts

Then out into the blackened sea

To drift alone in misery

Two tortured hearts

With souls so deep

With passions hiding in the guise of sleep

Two hearts full of pain and broken dreams

Scared to reach out to destiny

Scared of the things they see in dreams

Scared that reality could give them wings

Two tortured hearts

Lost at sea

Once or twice their paths may meet

When will they anchor to destiny

And admit their souls are twins.

 

By Bonnie Jean Higgins 02-02-03