On Sleeping (1971)


“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” – Edgar Allan Poe

“Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions.” – Stevie Nicks

The full moon swings on a wireless swing and comes to rest above my sleeping shoulder. I move as if a little too much to block its shine by pulling at my cover. “So near to summer” whispers, whisper, “come outside let’s plan an escape and count the stars by number”. Shadows move, twist, and shake, with tenderness they pull me from my slumber. “All the worlds an open stage”, sings one stray spirit to another. So how I moved I did not know, hand to mouth, a secret I stowed, and off in light bequeathed Altair’s glow. Let some dream of dancing, some devise lofty plans. Set their scope of dreaming on obtaining all they can. Faith deems I set my nighttime hours on Neverland, and fly away.

Now here I go again, I see the Crystal visions“, unlike what Stevie sings, I cannot keep my visions to myself. For there are ladders here, a way to heavens chair, a better view to share what was seen was all about. On here, a summer’s stage, with an equinox to display, the spirits hop and dart about. And back in inertia deep, a graying man he sleeps, the covers from his shoulders creep. The air in golden gloom, a hand held out just like a spoon, a breath of unseen consequence, sends out a playful spray.

For I see a window open, of the places undescribed, a familiar looking better me of what I will to try. For though I lay a sleeping somethings changing inside, and then I slip away, on sleeping it’s the only way outside.

The boy stands at the edge of the river and he cleanses all away. It looks like the Jordan, but it is the San Juan in disarray. He gazes at the sky, and counts every star by number in its place. For he means, every promise with words he will never say. And when he assails the bluffs of the mesa for a second, he will stop and stay. For the entire world is his alone, the summer present and the one he still owns. No dark valley where the winds still roam. The boy is a me, as I have never known. A full moon falls in a single ray. Nineteen Seventy-one at night is on display. Let some dream of dancing, some devise lofty plans. Set their scope of dreaming on obtaining all they can. Faith deems I set my nighttime hours on Neverland, and fly away. – 06.14.2018 – דָנִיֵּאל

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78 thoughts on “On Sleeping (1971)

  1. Many favorite lines here Daniel, with the following holding the most for me. “For I see a window open, of the places undescribed, a familiar looking better me of what I will to try. ” Well written in every aspect, and I love the cover of “Dreams”. ❤

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  2. You have a well written, deeply written journey here into your dreams. I found it fascinating, as I do most of what you write. I like the connections to Never Land and the way the writing ends with you as a boy. 🙂 ❤

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  3. Daniel your words were incredible. I kept running “The boy stands at the edge of the river and he cleanses all away. ” through my mind, and saw the dream, as a good omen, a conclusion to something. Loved it!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

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  4. Daniel this is the type of writing I would love to see you expand on. I noticed shades of childhood reminding me of your well written piece of the ruins by the river, the same river I believe that you have listed here. It must hold many warm memories for you. Please consider more writing in this arena, it appears to be where your heart takes you. ❤

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    • Thank you Jerri for your comment. I have always been intrigued with the Peter Pan story along with a host of Hardy Boy books from my boyhood. I say all that to say I am sure more will be forthcoming from these past experiences. 😉

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  5. A great piece Daniel, I loved this entire paragraph: ““Now here I go again, I see the Crystal visions“, unlike what Stevie sings, I cannot keep my visions to myself. For there are ladders here, a way to heavens chair, a better view to share what was seen was all about. On here, a summer’s stage, with an equinox to display, the spirits hop and dart about. And back in inertia deep, a graying man he sleeps, the covers from his shoulders creep. The air in golden gloom, a hand held out just like a spoon, a breath of unseen consequence, sends out a playful spray.” I read it over and over again while listening to dreams. Wonderful match with the song.

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    • Thank you Lynette for another wonderful comment. I always enjoy reading about your own revelations in connection to something I scribble an put forth. I too put much stock by dreams about childhood, and how they connect to where we are at as adults.

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  6. Enjoyed reading this my brother. Your words have much wisdom. I can see you standing at that river letting that water cleanse you to your very soul. Shalom, Den

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    • Hi Dennis, as always thank you dear brother for your kind words on my blog. I really hadn’t given the line about the river very much thought until you and a couple of other readers brought it up. Your unique perspective confirms something for me. Thank you. Shavua tov, Daniel

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  7. Daniel, I went to start this with a glib “when you wish upon a star”, and it struck me there is no wishing involved in your finely written prose. A dream may be, but who’s to say not very real. Looking forward to more just like this. Bill

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  8. What a neat story. I loved each word from the star shining down, to the covers being pulled and the magical dust being blown. Off to dream land, off to Neverland, off to your childhood. The boy standing still on the bluffs painted a wonderful visual. One of your best. ❤

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  9. This was lovely Daniel, I enjoyed the dream. The whole event begins at this classic moment. ““Now here I go again, I see the Crystal visions“”.

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  10. For all I know, reading this luscious piece of prose is a dream. Perhaps I am asleep, in another dream.
    Having gone to pop in on friends that I often drop in on, and finding the house does not exist on a street that does, with the same school across the road and neighbors homes recognized, I understand my mind has blurred the landscapes with dreamscapes.
    Perhaps you can separate, what I cannot?
    Daniel, how many times (layers) have you awakened from one dream, only to find you are stuck in it, and then awakened again, to find you are still there? I have awakened …. times, before I am apparently here.
    This piece is great grist for the mind mill!

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    • Hi Resa, I love your comment. I think you and I look at many things in a very similar way. I have awakened but only these last few years to seeing life in the now and then this alternate universe of sorts. I suppose unfortunately some might would title this as some sort of mental illness, but I do not. It is a dream I guess, but then again maybe it is not. Maybe it is true life. 🙂 Thank you for reminding me of where my true life is.

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