Category: In Dreams

In Dreams, Songs

“What We Long To Say” (Song)

Candid Corvid Productions

By Athena Stairs, January 27, 2026

I’m the one
Who’s goin’ to feed ya

And I’m the one
Who’s goin’ to please ya

Don’t even think a sec
To run away

I will find you
In the garden

In subtle breeze
My guidance haunts ya

Yeah I’m the one
Who doesn’t turn away

And when you look
Into the mirror

You can flip
To fear your finger

The time at last
Has come to seize our day

So when you’re ready
Come and find me

We can talk
Get to unwinding

All we need is love
To light our way

—

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In Dreams

Boulevard Of Dreams

Candid Corvid Productions

On the empty, paved lot next to the gas station and just before the freeway on-ramp, they paced with signs of longing and need, waiting…

She could sense their desperation and saw how that, too easily, they were willing to sell their selves short for just a glimpse – the briefest taste of any paradise.

But she just parked nearby with the engine kept running for a couple of minutes…

Then he turned and walked directly her way.

Artistic Creation, Healing Therapy, In Dreams, Myths & Legends, New Beginnings, Songs, Vampiric Tendencies

The Pulse Of Love

Candid Corvid Productions

They were traveling together for the first time while it was unfolding, and a younger assistant showed her all of the lyrics written out, published in a journal’s paper.

And as she continued listening to it playing while she read how they were printed, she realized that each small grouping of words lasted for quite a few minutes of experience.

Therefore, the song was a very long one – longer, perhaps, than many before.

As their air car landed and she got out with her guy, she wrapped her arms around him from behind as he sat down breifly on a bench, then nuzzled her nose and face into the nape of his neck, breathing in his scent and glorying in the way his warmth and hair felt against her skin.

“It’s perfect, don’t you think?” she murmured as she kissed just below his ear, feeling the heat of his pulse quicken against her lips.

“A real love song should be long and stretch out in a kind of forever so that lovers can expand into and have their joys and hopes supported as they are mirrored by it.”

In Dreams

At The Club

Candid Corvid Productions

She saw them come and go.

Different personalities, types, and genders.

She didn’t like some of the guys there looking at her, because she’d seen them from the beginning and didn’t like being attached to after everyone else had been picked through.

She had been once in the way past interested, too – but had learned better early on when she caught a derisive glance cast at her from one who thought that she wasn’t looking at that moment.

It only took that one painful lesson to shore herself up away from him and pull up straight after that.

Since then he seemed to have mellowed toward her – and in fact he seemed to sometimes go out of his way to place himself directly in front of her so that she’d notice.

But she didn’t want anyone there.

And she certainly wasn’t going to trust him now that she knew that he was capable of cuting her care into ribbons behind that neutral facade.

Recently there was another one circling, getting ever more bolder over time as his confidence picked up.

She didn’t understand why these guys thought to try with her.

She wasn’t flirty, kept to herself, and (in her mind, anyway) clearly had injuries that she was working on overcoming.

She wasn’t there for the chance of dating.

She was there for healing and some female peer and staff exchanges of friendliness.

And maybe, if he thought of it, the one she wanted might someday walk in.

A Return To Innocence, A Woman's Plight, In Dreams, Myths & Legends, Reclamation, Where Demons Tread

Heaven’s Gate

Candid Corvid Productions

Along the river where willows part
Lying on a blanket blessed by stars

He wrapped his body around hers
Sinking to depths embracing love

Her eyes spilling over tears of relief
Mirrored his request to never leave

A promise both gave in bonding
Their souls through mortal coils

—

(You & Me, My Love, as I passed from dreams into today’s reality)

A Woman's Plight, In Dreams, Male Bonding

Holding Space

Candid Corvid Productions

She always retracted when he came into a room.

He thought that meant she didn’t like him.

But it was because she was so attracted.

It was complicated.

She didn’t want to harm or alter him or his course in any way.

She respected and yet needed him too much.

She would require him to include her in everything.

She couldn’t hold her love back with any measure of balance – and feared its affect upon him.

—

(Title of multiple meanings)

A Return To Innocence, In Dreams, Reclamation

When You Give

Candid Corvid Productions

Curtains are drawn as lights go down
No one else will hear a single sound
Unless we want them to

I touch your face as fingers trace
Tenderly kissing we now embrace
Joy releases our need to confiding

Free to share our secrets in the dark
How I’ve longed to feel your beating heart!
And all the world is quieting

Making space for our colliding
In a union that fate’s providing

Our souls lifted as flying
I’m yours in every breath

A Return To Innocence, In Dreams, Where Demons Tread

Birds Of A Feather (Dear Friend,)

Candid Corvid Productions

I see you ever-awakening
When falling back get up

I see you ever-evolving
Finding after losing self

Over and over I witness
Refashioning reclaiming

My past loves’ glimpses
Always fell asleep again

Resenting as resisting my
Pleading then demanding

For their remembering
To my detriment’s ends

It feels like succumbing to
Getting pulled into Maw’s

Relentless tractor beams’
Only recourse after death

Losing who I was before
And always wanted to be

Will you remember me if
We get swallowed whole?

Would you reach for me
However far I would go?

Dive in after me so deep
We’d reemerge elsewhere

Maybe not as who we were
But able to become more?

Would you remember
So that I could forget

As share eased vigilance’s
Soothing by salted sweat?

I need to give up this fight
Yet afraid I’ll lose identity

Negative reinforcements
Need program rootkitting

Inability to trust the process
Creates a faze-like madness

Would you be the one
I could ever rely upon

Just as I would provide for
Your needs in any weather?

Could we own and redefine
What it means to be together?