Dreamer explores the personal connections between nature and imagination. This second collection takes inspiration from the stars, where I hope to find trust in the world again, without slipping back down into another cathartic abyss."I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." Vincent Van GoghHowever interestingly, at times the curious Dreamer inside me chooses to neglect the stars, and so dives deep beneath a slow, flashing wave, without trying to find the bottom of the ocean, but more importantly to dance with all the beauty, colour, pain, and even ugliness that brushes our mysterious imaginations. Along the way I found the baby bird dreaming in my own mothers nest, where I admit that it’s never too late to change my roots. I found fury and rage caught in the fisherman’s net. My imagination took me up high into a surreal sky where raindrops could fly. I found my inner freak inside a lime and seaweed raindrop, where unconditional energy began inside memories of my playful childhood innocence. I found that dreams originated as natures living being, where my sweet angel had a chance at romance but drank (dreams) ocean deep. And eventually dream would spread orange like your understanding sky. I found the mantra of dreams will only flow inside the slow, eternal personality of a lost girl, where I will never let her go! I found the forest in her eyes, amidst wild animals, where I dreamed of apricots, squeezing warmth and honesty all over the trees. I found my lion spirit dancer in spring connecting with angels, who discovered that my wings have a home too. And also where my cathartic caramel spirit forgave the colour yellow (symbolizing deceit hiding inside optimism). I found my one true poem in my desire to quench the thirst of 99 million dying bees, after switching off the news. I found truth in my broken yet undying relationship with my father, riding in ragged chariots of love, swathed in mist and blueness, led by nothing but the dancing spirit of a snow leopard, confusing the guts of hatred and moving the heart of god! I found humor in laughing lizards, where a heron eyes disapprovingly down the chimney up above. But escaping into the freedom of the forest, surrounded by blue bereaving waters helps me to reason with my doubts and dreams. Where finally I find love at the sight of the stars again, after rising high above ancestral shame, swathed in mist and dreams."Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, the passion to reach for the stars to change the world." Harriet Tubman
However, this is nowhere near the end. In fact Dreams are only the beginning of our journey, in which there is simply no end. Anyway I hope from reading this book, that you take inspiration and a deeper sense of imagination into your own crazy dreams, which may not always feel comforting, but at least they edge you a tiny bit closer to a truer life, worth dancing with.
Dreamer - Poetry by Liam Parker