Sweet Dreams

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I am often asked for the link to my poetry reading in Trafalgar Square in 2009 as my contribution (among 2400 individual participants) to sculptor Antony Gormley's 'live sculpture'  One and Other:

http://www.webarchive.org.uk/wayback/archive/20100223121732/oneandother.co.uk/participants/Roger_T  For now, at least, this link needs the latest Adobe Flash Player  and works best in Firefox; the archives website cannot run Flash but changes scheduled for later this year may well mean the link will open without it. Ignore any error message and give it a minute or so to start up. The video lasts an hour. ] RT 3/18

A UK reader has contacted me to say he does not have a computer at home and accesses the Internet at his local public library. However, the library computers do not allow access to blogs. As he has enjoyed dipping into the blog at a friend’s house, do I have any suggestions? Well, only one. Both my blogs are participating in a UK Web Archive project operated by the British Library.

Try: http://www.webarchive.org.uk/and go into ‘Search the archive’ (left hand panel on the screen) and enter ‘G-AY in the Subject Field’ or ‘A Poet’s Blog’ and the blog you are looking for should appear. I should add that it is very interesting just to browse the archive for other blogs and websites.

Meanwhile...

We all dream, especially lovers. Some dreams come true, some don’t. All we can do is give each and every one best shot.

We pick flowers, watch the sunset and find refuge from the world’s harsher ways in sleep...and dreams.

We wake, watch the sunrise and see the flowers open...and wish human hearts the same.

Yes, we all dream, especially lovers... past and present, alive and dead, the latter among all those who have touched our lives and left our hearts beating all the stronger for having known them.

SWEET DREAMS

I sat with you, watched stars appear,
tmoon sail by like a yellow balloon
as singles weep, while we lovers dare
ride white horses o'er sunset’s ocean

We potted an isle of candy floss cloud,
braved a peppermint reef to its shore,
as far from this Earth's madding crowd
to disprove love is but myth, a whore

No signs here of faithlessness or pain,
only such sweet kisses as last forever,
our joy evergreen, tears like spring rain
a bonding no temporal hurt can sever

Down to earth, come dawn’s faery glow,
our love, no myth, a flower sure to grow

Copyright R N Taber 2005, 2011

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005]