THE DREAM TIME

I walked in a meadow of wild columbines,

And sat by a clear, crystal stream.

There, I heard again his beautiful voice,

And I knew I had entered a dream.

He sang of the things he believed in,

"One World", where all nations are free,

Where dolphins cavort in the ocean,

And manatees play in the sea.

He told me of cathedral mountains,

Where eagles soar into the sky.

He spoke of his need to make words melodies,

And his passion for life made me cry.

He strummed a few chords of 'Back Home Again",

And requested that I sing along.

And I'm sure that he knew he had granted a wish,

When he asked me to join him in song.

He still hopes that our Earth can grow greener.

That people will yet live in peace,

And he prays we will always endeavor

To step in and make battles cease.

He declared, "You must look to tomorrow,

To the promise that comes with the dawn."

Then I closed my eyes for a moment,

And when I looked up, he was gone.

A lone eagle took flight from the branches

Of a fragrant blue pine, upward bound,

Seeking the dream time of those such as I,

Every day reaching for "Higher Ground".




Cynthia Helen Gullage

January 12,2002.



REFLECTIONS

Each time I heard you say "Far Out", I'd start to giggle,

And the "Living Legend" story always makes me laugh out loud.

I wish that I had been a part of every concert given,

Getting high with all the other people in the crowd.

Then,when the concert ended, I'd pack all my treasures,

Entrust them to that special place, to which I hold the key,

And, if perchance, I felt a little sad or lonely,

I'd draw forth, from that chest, a happy memory.

I hear you in the wind-words, whispered by the pine trees.

I watch you,as an eagle, splendid, soaring into flight.

I see you in the iridescent colours of the rainbow,

And feel you near, as dusk descends, and becomes night.

Enthralled, I raise my eyes unto the Heavens,

Where streams of brilliant stars go on and on,

Until I find the one that shines the brightest.

Then I softly whisper "Good night, dearest John".

Cynthia Helen Gullage.

ALWAYS THERE

A Tribute To John Denver

"Seek me in a columbine,

Face uplifted to the sun.

Find me in a pine wood,

Where ripplin' waters run,

In colours of the sunset,

Songs the night birds sing,

Clouds filled up with rain drops,

The snow that Winter brings.

Speak my name, if all alone,

Or, if you're feeling sad.

I'll be with you in good times,

And see you through the bad.

Remember words I told you,

'There's promise with new dawn.'

I've only left you for a while.

I am not really gone.

I'm up there on the mountain,

An eagle poised for flight,

Or, on high in the sky above,

When stars appear at night.

Wherever sun is shining

Upon this glorious land,

I am always there for you.

Reach out and take my hand."

Cynthia Helen Gullage

I WISH I COULD

I wish I had the chance to say good-bye,

The day you flew away into the California sky.

I wish I could have given you the sign of peace,

A man, who ever worked, to make all battles cease.

I wish I could have told you that your music stirs my soul,

And still fills all my senses, now I am growing old.

I wish I could have thanked you for the things you gave to me,

The hope that comes with every dawn, the courage to live free.

I wish I could have heard you sing, just one more time,

Or watched you run through fields of Rocky Mountain columbine.

I wish I could have spoken of the things within my heart,

That, on this Earthly stage you stood, and played a vital part.

I wish I had the chance to say good-bye,

The day you flew away into the California sky.

Cynthia Helen Gullage


The Photo In The Applet by Debra Sanderson

LULLABY

I found myself a lullaby

that rocked me off to sleep.

My dreams were filled

with images of you,

strolling down a country lane,

the sunlight in your hair,

surrounded by

the brilliant Autumn hues.

I watched you as the last leaf fell.

Then, Winter garbed the land,

made everything

a sparkling crystal-white.

From high upon a mountain top,

the aerie you adored,

I heard your old guitar

play "Silent Night".

I saw you as a younger man,

who worked in fields of gold,

before you reached

the pinnacle of fame.

Then, music filled the concert halls,

applause rang in your ears,

and everybody

recognized your name.

As Spring time

cloaked the Meadowlands,

I watched your star descend.

For you, there came

"a dark night of the soul".

Perhaps, you missed your family,

or thought we didn't care.

There was no place

to come in from the cold.

Ah! Summer's balm - a healing time,

your Spirit, now renewed,

rejoiced at every dawning

of the day,

until, one Autumn afternoon,

while soaring like a bird,

you're captured

by the waves at Monterey.

I found myself a lullaby,

that rocked me into sleep,

but I awoke to find

you'd gone away.

And, so I longed

for night to come,

when I could find again

the dreamtime,

where you will, forever, stay.

For Linda E

Thank you for making me smile.

Peace and Love,

Cynthia

October 31,2004.










MY THANKS TO CYNTHIA GULLAGE

FOR ALLOWING ME USE THESE POEMS FOR JOHN ON THIS PAGE






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