The Dreamer’s Journey II: Sacred Beach

I walk the sands of an ancient wish,

Keeping the softness close to my heart

As the salted spray rests gently

Across my body.

I walk in the presence of my God,

My creator, my reason for dreaming.

I walk the steps of Enoch


The countless stars continue

Spinning over me, dancing along

Their ancient and celestial paths.

I feel a deep peace and know

The kind pleasure of acceptance.


I am adrift on the mind’s farthest shore,

A place were time and chance

Have no meaning.

A place were pain and hurt

Have no hold.


The waves are in rhythm with

The quiet echoes of lost loves

And forgotten dreams.

They come to this shore

From a far place of deep solitude

That mirrors the starry void above.


I sit beside a fire that gives

More light than warmth, saying nothing

of my sorrow and fear of standing still.

In a moment I will move on

For I cannot linger  where

The heart stops.


Looking back across the far shoreline,

Back across the many steps taken,

I see the monuments of the

Forgotten and the fallen.

I passed through without notice,

For so many are of my own making.


Looking forward across the other side,

The empty stretch of oblivion waits,

glowing in the moonlight and

tugging at my consciousness.

Soon I will be in harmony

With all things, and I will

Ascend with promise.


            Aaron Cornett


The Dreamer’s Journey

Ethereal rain rests easily on the soul

And flows deeply in the mind,

Releasing all the dust of a material life

As I am given a chance to surrender.

I doubt the truth before me.


I keep to the random order of things

Well hidden, tucked away,

And buried quietly in the shadows

As if keeping a lifetime

Of secret deep under wraps.


In the cloudy haze of a rainy morning,

My dreams are quick and ready.

They hide my senses like a dark coat,

Covering more than a warm body.

I give in completely.


I walk quickly on the edge of destiny,

I dance playfully with eternity’s shadow,

I run joyfully through the winds of time, and

I drift quietly through the starry void.

All this with the weight of prophecy.


Bathed in quiet serenity, I find my

Dreams are fleeting pieces

Of quiet contemplation, and my

Visions are rare moments

Of divine will.


And somewhere my love is calling me,

Giving me a sense of things to come.

But the dull pain of so many lost

Stifle the mind and blind the heart,

Giving me reason to guard my steps

And pray for intervention.


Aaron Cornett