Sleep Walking.

Soaking up the last rays of the sun, the soft feel of the sand between my toes memories of so much fun.

Children’s laughter and cries echo in my head I drift along the sandy shore drinking in the colours of the skies.  Wading birds skim the waves as my heart lifts and flies.

Suddenly I am young again  my body small and lithe  running  jumping on the shore and skimming stones  on the waves watching the turning tide.

I don’t know what the future may hold.  I am not brave and very scared of loosing my friends and growing old. Things were so much easier then I didn’t have to try, I’d flash my eyes and toss my hair and watched all the sparks fly.

The wind is getting up now I feel it at my back I turn and look around for all the loved ones I now lack. Why am I out here why am I on my own where my friends and family where have my children flown.

Suddenly I am frightened  suddenly I am cold there is no one else out here my nerves begin to jangle and my knees begin to fold.

Suddenly I am shaking , then a gentle voice says to me “are sleeping Mum or are you going to join us for for a walk, with us all, along the sea!

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. granbee
    May 07, 2012 @ 21:43:54

    Wonderful, wonderful way to wake up. I wish you could awaken every day like this, dear willowdot!


  2. jymiely
    May 08, 2012 @ 00:53:08

    i was lost while reading this, i pretended I was inside of it, but as i finished and read the title, wola! its about sleep walking after all! hah! 🙂


  3. MademoiselleBluebell
    May 08, 2012 @ 03:09:23



  4. barbaramattio
    May 08, 2012 @ 09:52:13

    quite a good photo. I am impressed.


  5. fatimasaysell
    May 09, 2012 @ 07:47:55

    We could all do with dreams like this.


  6. Unsungpoet
    May 12, 2012 @ 19:48:10

    Such heart in this.


  7. jillnottelten
    May 14, 2012 @ 08:43:54

    I love this Willow. I think the panicky part is the part that makes us human. It is the part that knows that the land of Nod isn’t real and that we can’t live in a romanticised version of our childhood and youth … that sooner or later we must come back and that we cannot know what lies ahead of us. One is as darkened to us as the other is lit. I love the fact that in this poem we are reminded that everthing is alright because we are shown that you/the voice in your poem are wanted in the moment. The value of being valued now.


    • willowdot21
      May 14, 2012 @ 09:21:37

      Thank you Jill and welcome back I have missed you ! You have seen my poem just as I wanted the reader to. It is a delight when my feelings are shared so well. Yes that panic often occurs in my dreams usually not long before I wake. The now is often hard but it is all we have we must always work on the now! Keep well and happy !!


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