Dream Raiders

The Dream Raiders
(or Seeking the Grail with Larry & Dave)

 We sit around the table

beneath a Pinwheel umbrella

striped in blue and dirty white

Our floor a worn Persian Rug

The sky a roof in prayer

Bookcases line the walls

Rambling ages of pages old and new

Three old friends

My dear friend Larry

So glad to see him alive again

His black frizzled hair and mustache

Aged with frosted grey

Curious eyes alight

 Sparkling vivacious humor

 

Across the table to my right

Sits Dave his faithful sidekick

Who wrote with wit of fishing lures

A gentle person filled with

Bubbling brooks of wisdom

 

I seem to be the older brother

A time ago we danced a game

with scholarly pursuit

to fashion lives of wonder

wandering paths behind ahead

 

A flash of brilliance Larry stood

fingers summoned us to follow

“I know a hidden treasure

Our covenant to find.”

 

We prance down cobblestone streets

In a Medieval flavored town

Reaching a tight passageway

Stone walls shoulder high

Enclose a church graveyard

Fashioned with crumbling headstones

And a sarcophagi with armored knight

Beside it stands a new shiny shrine

As if R2D2 had found his holy rest

 

Larry leads us up a sudden stair

To the blue-grey double door

of Victorian Painted wood

So thick it seemed like stone

Greenish Diamond leaded windows

Frosted with the glare of age and light

I hope would burst in color

Once we get inside

 

The door is locked, a resisting silent mouth

But Larry has a trick

Pulling from his pocket a skeleton key

Inserting to find the giggling spot

to open that forbidding seal

 

Across from us, a holy saint above

Blesses us in a hail of stained glass light

As if to welcome us inside

The holy grail to find

 

Timed just right to answer too

A door opens across the way

A shrouded blue nun appears

emitted a piercing scream

We  heard not in our ears

But in a valley deep inside

That needled sharper fear

that noise cannot avail

 

a  man behind her, shouted out

“I’ll go and get the gun!”

Larry, circles in his eyes

 Commanded from the middle of his throat

 “Run, my loves, let’s run!”

The tunnels of streets blurred by

Racing to our home base

Slamming the door tight behind

Jumping over bookcases

That clothe our secret stairs

Running down to our holy ground

Plopping harshly, breathing deeply

around the sacred picnic table

The umbrella top began to spin

a launch powered by our exhaled air

Our bodies lifting with it

We flew into the heavens

Beyond the earth and sky

I wake into my bed alone

With smile firmly on my lips

Twinkle dancing in my eyes

A song of dizzy beauty

Inside my inner ears

 

Sunshine broke the barriers

Music the heavenly sky

Five Quebec Coalminers from Hell**

Sing melodies from the bowels of earth

Laying blocks to build our dreams*

and

To laugh the day alive

 

©James M. Frase-White

(A Dream infused byJolly Angels, November 18, 2022)

 

11.21.2022

Additional “Poem”

*Humans tunnel under earth

seeking the light of stones

The fire of coal & heavenly lust of diamonds

Opals, emeralds, rubies, multiple crystals of delusion

Humans bodies rest among these riches

Eternity lies beneath before it flies above

**(the group:  Les Charbonniers de L’Enfer, the song  Il n’y a qu’un suel Dieu)