Poetic Mysteries: A Place That Sleeps

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

A Place That Sleeps

You've come again tonight, to hear of tales, of old ships and sea stories

You've come within my guarded hearth, in the twilight, in the sound of chimes

To hear all about the wonders, dreaded shadow, magic and past glories

The crystal orbs all around have gone dark, but I offer drink, wisdom, and rhymes

{TBC}

©Iggy 2000

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Moon Dusting

If I get thrown away, or the words I write become a disregarded script, I have felt them, those words that I am less than the moon.

I will not matter up against such a luminous thing, I will not be counted, I'll not be held to it for it would not be the wish or way of Lune.

The crater dust, the pale deathly stare has drawn from me moments of pleasant midnights, of everything I hold dear, and all too soon.

Eon lost in the silent surface, casting a lone shadow, an ocean's ebb my witness of what was once
the gray sea.

And Moon dust flowing like strands in an event of solar plume.

And Moon dust choking the uncontained air of night's deity.

©Iggy 7-5-2003
Written on the same day as 'Lunar Reflections' I had struggled with where to place it in the original poem, but it was that I put its own title to it, and classified it as a follow-up.

Dual World Time Travels

It was in dreams,
where I have seen
Landscapes wherein one hill
peered out on deep blue sky
Then another rising mountain
feature steep and serene
Passing by paths that wind
into infinite path's supply

The scales of time,
travel and recall
They are sighted and gliding
on echoes of galactic sprawl
A ghost planet nearing and to
a ghost world must go
A world's past with mighty
works can tread backward flow

The quest now lived in
dead places of muted tones
Barely visible paths woke and
stirred underfoot and swift step
Like a passing dream of steep
ways and shallow cones
Built up dunes that stretched
over leagues of a whispering web

A sound echoing that gives
no direction of its voice
Laboring through twines layered
in thousand circle design
A time from a time that would
lead to no other choice
But to come and gaze again
upon infinity of the most sublime

The wells of knowledge
were deep, and the water
welcomed every drop
Bouncing off the waves while
underneath a layer
stirred with memory
Weaving past a glowing moon
to the next cloud top
The journey goes from pieces
to endless energy

I cannot say if there were
other elements that guided
any way past
Landscapes wherein one hill
peered out on deep blue sky
The tale spoken
and remembered,
with a spell it had cast
Passing by paths that wind into
infinite paths of abundant supply

From the story Dual World Time Travelers