Art – Matt Chambliss
Music – A Thousand Years (Piano/Cello Cover) – The Piano Guys
I dreamed that I was awake
Or perhaps I was awake yet slumbering
Consciousness in flux somewhere between the two
I know what is real, I know the difference
I can feel it
There is substance and passion and depth and sweet rest my reward
I can breathe there
But sometimes reality manifests itself in one and then the other as it wills
So who is to say what is dreaming and what is wakefulness
The Real is not tethered to the narrow realm of the senses
It gives allegiance to none, for there are many ways of knowing
How close is a thousand miles
It seemed as if I could have reached out and touched you
But you were a thousand miles away
What is the distance between this breath and my next
A step or two, feet, inches, seconds, the measurement is irrelevant
So close, yet thousand miles away
I felt you walk into my dream
I felt your presence before I turned, before I heard the voices
I sensed the singular form of you so the sight did not surprise me
Because I can sense you from a thousand miles away
How is it that I can inhale the fragrance of you, hear your voice in my dreams
I felt your glance on my back like a touch reaching out, a kiss on my neck
But there was a gulf between that would not be bridged, a guardian watchful
Polite, familiar chit chat for a second of a second
I could not find your eyes
So close yet a thousand miles away
I felt you leaving and I turned to watch you go
My observation hidden behind the tinted veil
I watched you walk into another dream that was a thousand miles away
Then, at the last instant, the final frantic moment you turned
I saw your eyes seeking me, trying to pierce the darkened glass
I recognized and reached out from the shadows
I was close, but hidden, and a thousand miles away
So, I will write to remember, I will write to say
What it’s like to feel your warmth
From a thousand miles away
Comments
57 responses to “A Thousand Miles Away – Audio Update”
The depth of feelings, longings to connect, to touch, to stand beside, beautifully expressed in your words. Keep dreaming.
Thank you friend
After all these wonderful comments I feel that mine is lacking something. To me the thousand miles is often found right next to where I am standing.
Yes sir. There is a sense sometimes that proximity or distance is irrevelant or an illusion.
Beautiful my friend.
Hey my friend.
Hi:-)
Sigh. . . I have felt those 1000 miles
I know you know.
Beautiful and deeply touching. Makes me think that maybe dreams are not the result of our minds, but entities who’s immaterial body is like a storyboard, in black and white. They go around the world and amuse themselves by visiting our souls at night. They let us add the faces, the colors, the music. When they’re finally happy with the feeling they gave, they leave and go visiting another sleeping soul. And I’ve not touched to my glass of wine yet 😀 Cheers, my friend
Perhaps so. Maybe that’s what Jung called archetypes
You mean that this guy from the past stole my find? 🙁
Your description is much more interesting 🙂
You’re too kind to me 🙂
No kindness needed. You stand on your own. I just say what I see.
so, today I upgraded to being able to add sound recordings and IT’S YOUR FAULT, PLATOSGROOVE, I LIKE YOUR RECORDINGS TOO MUCH….just want that on record, heh, heh.
I will listen.
Good morning.
good morning to you!!!
*smiles happily*
One step taken. Turning to look back, the moment is gone, and even as the fragrance of it lingers, it drifts into another plane of existence, and the taste of it leaves desire for its return. Twas but a moment prior, yet it might as well be a thousand miles away.
I heard you say, “The Real is not tethered to the narrow realm of the senses
It gives allegiance to none, for there are many ways of knowing…”
Learn this and the distance closes and we all stand together in eternity.
Kisses my friend.
I have no words but would like an embrace between friends.
Well fix em or at least get them back next week sugar.
I often contemplate between the difference of my reality and my fantasy. I believe they are all obtainable. Sometimes I even confuse the two parallel lines until one travels straight and the other rocky. I know that this sweet slumbering wake of yours is different from the mystical cerebral place I have travelled reading it. But marvel at the way you have captured its essence. Love the lines “What is the distance between this breath and my next
A step or two, feet, inches, seconds, the measurement is irrelevant
So close, yet thousand miles away
I felt you walk into my dream”
Write on my friend.
Thank you brother.
I like this….., lucky lady in your slumbering awake 🙂
Hope she feels the warmth between your words as we do
Take Care….You Matter…
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maryrose
You are always so thoughtful and and kind with your comments. Thank you
You’re Welcome….
I always enjoy your voice’s energy…smooth and sweet like golden honey 🙂
I often wonder if you realize how you pull one in with your thoughts…a true gift you have
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Thank you for that. Its the closest thing to being a musician that I will be. Its the way I’ve found to try and express sone of this stuff.
“So who is to say what is dreaming and what is wakefulness
The Real is not tethered to the narrow realm of the senses”
Such a true statement… after all, who is to say? I absolutely love this! Beautiful, heartfelt and deep…
Hey sweet lady. Are you well?
Yes I’m quite well, ran a half marathon yesterday. Sweet of you to ask?
I am sweeter when I have a good red wine 🙂 or even a bad one sometimes
Me too, preferably a nice Cabernet 🙂
Love some cab and good conversation
What is a great Cab without great conversation… 🙂
A waste my sweet. A waste.
…and good music 🙂
Yes good music. But the particular company is most important. The right company needs neither wine nor music. It provides its own intoxication and rhythm. The melody is in her laughter
Now that was said beautifully! You’re such a poet 🙂 I should stick to Psychology
Is that what you do?
Yes sir
I should have said in her laughter and her sighs. That would have been closer to the truth
Yes, I do sign a lot… 😉
I mean I do sigh a lot…
A lady’s sigh is the best compliment I think
Hmmm, that’s interesting… I will talk more later, have a patient.
In my office right now
Beautiful. You are so good at capturing your feelings with words, and you make us feel them too.
Hey my friend. It was nice to have something to write about. Thank you so for playing
Hey – I’m a thousand miles away and I felt that! A great poem. Your voice brings it to life! Great one Plato.
Thank you brother
That is so beautiful and tender… Felt very dreamy and ethereal. So who is to say what is dreaming and what is wakefulness The Real is not tethered to the narrow realm of the senses That is so true. I KNOW what those feelings of real/non-real are like. I think sometimes certain of us live with a foot in both wakefulness and sleeping. It seems so to me anyway. This is different from what you’ve been writing lately. It’s almost back to that mysterious place where you were before. But you have found your soul now? She sleeps quietly and permanently in your heart…
She comes and goes but leaves a gift each time
I said, It’s almost back to that mysterious place where you were before. Well at least I have good instincts! 🙂
See. Yes you do.