人在梦里

                                     总是没有灯光

                                     没有月亮

                                     甚至

                                     感觉不到自身还有重量

 

                                     梦  是一扇窗户

                                     向里望去

                                     有时间的残骸

                                     人与野兽博杀的草地

                                     流水遗弃的河床

                                     还有哭声  笑语

                                     胜利和死亡

 

                                     圆梦的人会记住这些

                                     他们猜准你企盼的那件事

                                     用怎么解释都有根据的模糊语言

                                     叫你在黑沉沉地梦想中看到希望

                                     说自己会圆梦的多数是盲人

                                     实际上没有一个盲人会相信梦是灵的

                                     可是他们圆起梦来会叫人五体投地

                                     那是因为他说的事都是你对未来的所想

 

                                     圆梦靠自己

                                     说梦别往坏处想

                                     路靠自己走

                                     噩梦不恶

                                     美梦不长

 

 

 

                                 ==既是梦，就享受吧==

 

                                                文 月下芦笙

                                     多想  瘦成一缕月光
                                     挤进你的梦
                                     你的长思
                                     你的琐琐碎碎
                                     你的涩骨秋肠
                                     殊不知
                                     七情六欲扮演了心的道具
                                     喜怒哀乐勾搭成情的魔方
                                     你哭着  会留下一双脚印
                                     你笑着  会留下脚印一双
                                     一些结  被叠成了梦
                                     一些梦  被烙成了伤
                                     既是梦 就享受吧
                                     管它噩与美
                                     管它短与长

 

 

 

                                      【梦呓】

 

                                                文 犹有花枝俏风霜

 
                                     为了记住你
                                     我亲近了梦
                                     那长长的一个盹儿
                                     牵出生命清浅的纹路
                                     我真想将你看透
                                     但夜晚总是难以企及月色

                                     风声告诉我
                                     岁月走了很远
                                     但情路却不长
                                     多想每颗结果的树
                                     都有开花的过程
                                     而我，永远都是
                                     听懂树下花语的那个人

 

 

 

                                      << 说梦 >>

 

                                                 文 光明源源

                                    
                                     人生的梦
                                     不管有多么的漫长 
                                     只要期待
                                     只要不放弃
                                     只要感觉到自己还有微量
                                     哪怕没有灯光 没有月光
                                     因为懂得
                                     因为付出
                                     因为执着
                                     因为不灭的灵魂
                                     用心去浇灌自己的梦  
                                     去推开
                                     只属于自己梦中的那扇窗

 

 

 

                                     ==一粒浮尘==

 

                                                 文 月下芦笙

                                     我是一粒浮尘
                                     我只有一粒浮尘的重量
                                     曾在山穷水尽里坠落
                                     也曾在柳暗花明里芬芳
                                     因为懂你
                                     便有了忘乎所以的沉醉
                                     因为不懂你
                                     便有了忐忑不安的情长
                                     漂泊在红尘
                                     始终在路上
                                     想抓住冰雪膨胀成一个幽梦
                                     想融化成雨滴敲开一扇暖窗
                                     可我只是一粒浮尘
                                     我只有一粒浮尘的重量

 

 

 

                                     ==彩色的梦==

 

                                                 文 月下芦笙

                                     那是一张熟悉的面孔
                                     陌生着  走进我的梦
                                     梦里有  绿色的坦克
                                     铜色的鼎  还有
                                     嫩嫩的翅膀划出了晴空蔚蓝
                                     黑黑的土地拱出了鹅黄萌动

                                     那是一张陌生的面孔
                                     熟悉着  走进未知的梦
                                     梦里有  紫色的沉淀
                                     粉色的懵懂  还有
                                     昏昏的风正奔向心的暖叶
                                     白白的雪正躲在梦的夹层
                                     梦里的云很厚
                                     梦里的水很清
                                     尽管枯色傲慢了芦苇的血液
                                     禅香还是浸润了佛链的红绳

                                     依稀里  梦被裁成一段一段
                                     拼写着人的一撇一捺
                                     现实里  梦被连成一串一串
                                     滤过心的一浊一清
                                     我知道  那个梦是彩色的梦
                                     因为太艳丽 只能背过身去
                                     站在遥远处
                                     聆听

 

 

 

 

   

 

                            祝朋友们美梦成真! 春节快乐!