days of stone

Tag: dreams

  • In Fallow Fields

    In Fallow Fields

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    Ryan Stone
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    In my father’s field fledgling hopes are neatly hedged, sown in the soil of silent forebears. Beside a bourne, in chalk and flint, dreams are buried deep. The rasping of his shovel has slowed this season. Some furrows lie shallow, others run deeper. Through rustic panes I watch him bend, straining against the pull of…

  • Ethereal Planes

    Ethereal Planes

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    Ryan Stone
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    Above fields, bright paper planes fly While dark the shadows dance below. Like dreams released come morning’s rise Above fields, bright paper planes fly. In silence waits the blackened sky, The final pitch, night’s all star throw. Above fields bright, paper planes fly, While dark the shadows dance below. Ryan Stone

  • Divorce

    Divorce

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    Ryan Stone
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    From this bridge of sighs They watch the chasm sunder Here, where dreaming ends Ryan Stone

  • Owl Song

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    Ryan Stone
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    Full moon to you I sing this tune— bright streams, hidden dells, clouds and dreams sublime. Ours to share, for all time. Ryan Stone

  • Sleep

    Sleep

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    Ryan Stone
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    on silvery trails thru the night we tripped, past the wall into the sky— swallowed by infinity Ryan Stone

  • Ghosts at Dawn

    Ghosts at Dawn

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    Ryan Stone
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    Too thin – you now exist within a pause as dawn retracts her claws from day; you fade, while I must stay. Ryan Stone

  • Tempest

    Tempest

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    Ryan Stone
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    Wind, blow – lift me high, don’t let go; fly me far, above sand and sea. Monsoon – take me, let’s chase the moon. – Ryan Stone

  • Shades

    Shades

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    Ryan Stone
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    Her kiss at dawn is what I miss the most – as day break sings a ghost refrain: love dims to dust and pain. Ryan Stone

  • Rhyme of the Kingdom

    Rhyme of the Kingdom

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    Ryan Stone
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    Over the mountains and down to the sea, you must come now if you hope to break free. No time to mourn for Autumn’s red bowers; the light we once made, now darkness devours. I can play you the rhymes of the kingdom, I can sing you the songs that you know; but we must…

  • Sneewittchen

    Sneewittchen

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    Ryan Stone
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    Ten small moons blank as bone, not bright enough to guide her home. Five above, and five below in the land of Fae, where cold winds blow. A coffin, glass, her beauty case; asleep at last, the maiden, chaste. A mirror’s truth first planted seed, from poison springs doom’s apple tree. Cloaked in night her…