You-Me-Us, Living the Dream

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A reader once emailed, ‘I enjoy many of the poems on your blogs but there are too many to browse easily, and too many about love.’  

Well, I ask you, can anyone post too many poems about love? 

Now, if the world so loves a lover, as songs and poems have celebrated for centuries, on whose say-so are the same world’s gay or any other lovers to be judged...by anyone?

‘Judge not, that ye be not judged…’ - Matthew 7:1 [Those Christians (and others) who are quick to judge gay people, please note.]

So why am I, a non-religious person, quoting The Holy Bible?  Well, why not?  After all, this isn’t just religious sentiment but plain common sense, and as plain an expression of humanity as found anywhere…

Gay or straight, love is love ...and don't (ever) let anyone tell you differently.

Now, where nature is inspirational, it is as like to inspire thoughts of love and loved ones - living and passed away - as anything else, for nature, among its many virtues, has the power to tap into memory and remembrance as well as wishful thinking...should we but choose to let it., and live the dream.

It is a human tragedy that many LGBT folks around the world dare not live the dream for various socio-cultural-religious restraints placed upon them, especially during their formative years. There are ways of creating a dream-life, though, that - for all its imperfections - many of us would agree offers a better alternative than none at all; it is called a closet.

YOU-ME-US, LIVING THE DREAM

An autumn breeze in the hair;

fishes, swimming a leafy stream;

birds, eagerly making music

like something out of a dream

Suddenly, change stalks the air,

storm clouds forming to coincide
with gay lovers making light

of human nature’s harsher side

Last patch of blue turning black,
low-hanging cloud pouring dismay
on all a dark world's dreamers
be they young, old, straight. gay

Rejoice as the storm clouds pass,

fishes yet frustrate human schemes,

love’s light shining on all those

daring to share its sweeter dreams

Now, a light spring rain in the hair,

same fishes swimming in the stream,
songbirds (as ever) making music

for all of us who dare live the dream

Copyright R N. Taber 2016; 2020

[Note: this post has appeared on the blog previously some time ago, but was inadvertently deleted.]