Poem #20: Invitation

If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buy-er,
If you're a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come itn!
Come in!

-Shel Silverstein

Poem #19: Fields of Gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold

-Sting

Poem #18: Auld Lang Syne

Should old acquaintances be forgotten
And never be remembered?
Should old acquaintances be forgotten
and auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne
We'll drink a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

And surely you'll have your pint cup,
And surely I'll have mine.
And we'll drink a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne.


We two have run about the hills
And pulled the daisies fine
But we've wandered many a weary mile
Since auld lang syne.


We two have paddled in the stream
From morning sun till dinner-time
But the broad seas have roared between us
Since auld lang syne.


And here's my hand, my trusty friend,
And give me your hand too,
And we will take an excellent good-will drink
For auld lang syne.

-Robert Burns

Poem #17: The Lion's Mane

Well I woke up in the Lion's Mane
Kissing silhouettes of mountains dancing in the moonlight
Am I awake or is this a dream?
Or am I awaking into a state of wakefulness
Buried deep in my deepest dreaming sleep?

You can only guess what happened next

I swallowed an apple seed and gave birth to angel's wings
Which lifted me to the top of this orange grove
Where I saw a man trying to count
All the oranges
All the trees
And all the leaves

Turns out this man was me
Losing count and starting over
Losing count and starting over
Chasing my own tale until I got dizzy
And fell asleep in the clouds

Well I woke up in the Lion's Mane
On a single lane road deep within God's Dreadlocks
When I gave my banana to the blind man
Only to realize who was really blind
My eyes couldn't decide
My eyes couldn't define

My eyes couldn't see that this blind man was me

We then continued to a village of meeting rivers
Where Mother Earth washed me down and gave me a new birth
Where my sight was restored
And I could see all the gems hiding on the ocean's floor
Well I dove in
Actually did a canon ball
And swam deeper and deeper
As things got clearer and clearer

And when I saw all of the sharks
I wasn't afraid
For this time enshrined in my heart was the Almighty's Name
I think my sanity has gone insane
I woke up in the Lion's Mane

-Trevor Hall

Poem #16: Sangatsu Kokonoka (March 9th)

In the middle of this drifting season
I suddenly feel the length of the days
In the midst of these quickly-passing days
You and I dream away


With my feelings on the March wind
The cherry blossom buds continue on into spring

The overflowing drops of light
One by one warm the morning
Beside you, I'm a little embarrassed
After a huge yawn

I'm standing at the door to a new world
What I've realized is that I'm not alone

If I close my eyes
You're behind my eyelids
How strong has that made me?
I hope I'm the same for you

The dusty whirlwind
Tangled up the laundry, but
The white moon in the morning sky
Was so beautiful, I couldn't look away

There are things that don't go the way I planned
But if I look up to the sky, even they seem small

The blue sky is cold and clear
The fluffy clouds float by quietly
If I can share with you the joy
Of waiting for the flowers to bloom, I'll be happy

From now on, I want you to be quietly smiling beside me

If I close my eyes
You're behind my eyelids
How strong has that made me?
I hope I'm the same for you

-Remioromen

Poem #15:Ao No Sekai (Blue World)

A blue shadow is dimly visible through the misty rain
Mud splattered on the seat of my pants
The smell of fall
Like when we met by chance, we can't laugh

Gazing up at the high sky, there is only one person
Scoop up the kindness from the crisp, clear loneliness
And from inside the small warmth, tears overflow

The future we looked up at on high tiptoes is fragile,
but time goes on in the fall sky,
winding swirls of smoke

As it is, let's try to find a world we don't know, somewhere, together
Like the rainbow in the sky just after the rain
In this season where the cold rain only deepens,
you and I will at least hold an umbrella
and pass under the soaked, bare trees

The wave of the sky turns to wind and rustles my hair
A decayed old metal roof patters and creaks
As we all decay as well, we are reborn

The future that we so carefully planned out is still far off
But our journey will continue on
As the seasons loop continuously

In this saturated time we cannot fulfill our thoughts
Rain falls in the forest of inconsistency
In our heart's fallen leaves I will return to the soil
Covered in mud, let's make a fresh start
As I listen to your breathing
The leaves fall, and the deciduous trees take root in the future

Birds sway underneath the sun
The shadow of the rotation creeps along the ground
The center of fall
The days' circumference
We dream of falling leaves changing color in a world we whittled with the compass needle

Once more let's try to find an unknown world, somewhere, together
We will steadfastly wait for the unending rain, and quiet our breathing
The endless future, our meeting once more
All melts within the air
We will happily, gently mingle inside the fallen leaves

When the rain stops, there we will see the hint of a rainbow

-Remioromen

Poem #14: O Holy Night

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,

It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining,

'Til He appear'd and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! O hear the angels' voices!

O night divine, O night when Christ was born;

O night divine, O night, O night Divine.

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,

Here come the wise men from Orient land.

The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;

In all our trials born to be our friend.

He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger,

Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!

Behold your King, Before Him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another;

His law is love and His gospel is peace.

Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;

And in His name all oppression shall cease.

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,

Let all within us praise His holy name.

Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,

His power and glory evermore proclaim.

His power and glory evermore proclaim.

-John Sullivan Dwight