Category Archives: Dreaming

Blue Girl Gone Cat Forsley ©

BLUE GIRL GONE

SHE CHUCKED IT

MELTED IT DOWN TO A NEW COLOUR

A COLOUR OF DREAMS

THE COLOUR OF COMFORT AND ROMANTICISM

AND REVERIE

BLUE LEFT

THE ICE

THE SNOW

MILLIONS OF LITTLE SNOWFLAKES DISAPPEARED

EVAPORATED INTO A PINK PUDDLE

CHERUBIM ANGELS VISITED HER IN HER DREAMS

LENDING HER

THEIR BEAUTIFUL CHUBBY HANDS

SHE ENVELOPED HERSELF IN A ROSE COMFORTER

STREWN WITH PETALS

SOFTNESS AND SWEETNESS

AND A BRAND NEW DAY

BLUE WAS YESTERDAY AND AND THE PRESENT UNFOLDING

AS IT WAS MEANT TO BE

WAS PINK .

CAT FORSLEY ©

Whilst she was Dreaming by Cat Forsley ©

WHISLT SHE WAS DREAMING CAT FORLSEY ©

She Found Herself on a bus

Whilst she was dreaming

She closed Her eyes behind sunglasses

And Clutched an overloaded pink purse full of nothing .

Dreams full of nothing and everything

Carried her .

Carried Her lost

Carried Her found.

Sudden Melancholy

Striking a faint chord of din

It was the sound of the bus and where it would carry her .

She erased the sound from her memory bank

and Tuned into her Heart

Always awake

never lost in there.

Always true to what she believed in .

Dissonance sometimes

Yes – it had to come .

No one could be happy all the time .

It was time the happy face dropped for a bit ..

Yes she was aware of this .

It was a yearning  for something lighter in life .

The Burden of It all weighed a ton

on shoulders not as strong as believed

Whilst she was dreaming

She remembered where she was

and opened her eyes .

Tiny bits of conversations echoed

From the hearts of others .

“She Said …….”

and

“He Said …..”

And Tiny wars between passengers

confused her even more .

Why War at all ?

Why Judge at all ?

The questions became answers

And She decided she had

had just about  enough of the empty squabbling.

At least she had her dreams to sink into

She shrugged her shoulders and got off at the wrong stop.

Just because .

Leave it all behind to walk in her dream

where :

there would be no din

no burden to bare or bear

She could just become her dream .

She walked quickly from the wrong stop

realizing

She had made a conscious decision to

just drop it

The Heaviness

all at once.

She became her heartbeat

She became her very own voice

Whilst she was dreaming ….

Cat Forsley ©

One of the songs i have been listening to all day .

“Perspective ..” She Said by Cat Forsley ©

“PERSPECTIVE ” She Said
Cat Forsley ©

“PERSPECTIVE …” SHE SAID SPOKEN WORD CAT FORSLEY ©

“Perspective …”

She Said -

As She Opened her petals one by one .

Slowly – Languidly She Opened

To Reveal the inner most truth of whom she Is

I imagine a speech bubble  above her inner core:

Like A Child Draws

Like a Child Loves

Like a Child Does

A World Within Her

Yet she is Tiny

And Blooms For just a  few days .

I Find Joy and Grace in her Little words

Her Unfolding Nature

Nature Unfolds Her .

She is simple yet holds a miracle

in all her gestures

She is Born Of Earth and Air and Water

Lives – Lives – Lives

Blooms to Full capacity

and then she Fades and withers

Her Petals drop

One By One

Leaving Proof That she was here .

“Perspective “

She said That one afternoon

When The Earth was spinning

at speed I cannot even comprehend

In My Mind

“Perspective ……..”

and she said more …..

“We are worlds within worlds and specks of littleness that No one can see .

A dot

But a Universe as well”

And then she added ….

“To Really Know Yourself

You have to have perspective.

You are Nothing and everything

You are Just a Heart in a Body.

The Only Thing You leave behind when You Go

is Love ….”

An Inner Dialogue with a Flower

A Tulip

Is a wonderful way To Spend The day …

Cat Forsley ©

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