All Dream Among The Flowers





I want to know God’s thoughts… all the rest are details.
— Albert Einstein






All dream among the flowers,


I grow misty thoughts


Beside the pond.




I feel blue spells


Under a steelish sky.


I divine glowing diamonds within the flowers.




The lust is coming,


Shadowed, tired.


I be watchful.




The clouds have come.


Dark, ripe,







I take comfort


Trying to remember


Those electric faces.




Unsure, defiant,


Trying to remember


The next life waiting.





Where in the end


The lovers seek


The road back, lost





And wander




While the rain fell,





Not knowing why


The dire remorse


Should hurt them so.










When I wrote this, I was listening to The Soft Machine:

And to some early Tangerine Dream:

(Warning: This is exemplary early 70s prog stuff… practically endless! So take your time – and indulge…)









Peter Bies © 2009


4 thoughts on “All Dream Among The Flowers

  1. “Wenn ein Mann die Hälfte eines Tages in den Wäldern aus Liebe zu ihnen umhergeht, so ist er in Gefahr, als Bummler angesehen zu werden; aber wenn er seinen ganzen Tag als Spekulant ausnützt, jene Wälder abschert und die Erde vor der Zeit kahl macht, so wird er als fleißiger und unternehmender Bürger geschätzt. Als wenn eine Gemeinde kein anderes Interesse an ihren Wäldern hätte, als sie abzuhauen!” – H.D. Thoreau. Die Welt und ich. Aus den Tagebüchern, Schriften und Briefen.

  2. Aber hallo!

    “Talk of mysteries! — Think of our life in nature, — daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, — rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? where are we?”

    H.D. Thoreau

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