Aren’t dreams amazing? I am the type who dreams every night and I look forward to what type of adventures I may experience each night of sleep. Sometimes dreams can feel very realistic, in a good or bad way. We are either relieved when we awaken from them, or disappointed when taken out of an enjoyable fantasy. This is the inspiration behind the following poem.
I am lost somewhere, away from time, my eternal keeper. Forgotten are those weary woes whispered by the heart of a sinner.
Looking glass walls spin kaleidoscope arrays, casting me a shimmer in beauty without care.
I am afloat, room to room, over black gloss floors, a graceful dancer, twirling heart of an azure blue satin bloom.
My voice raises in wonder, scaling delight, taking flight above a sonic symphony, into perfect melodies, lullabies of a dreamer.
Spirit soars to rare grace, aflutter in this divine state, where love feels boundless, accepting of all I am.
Lo, something craves for me, claws raking, to draw me back, bliss scatters, escape flees capture from awakening to the master.
I deny the screeching demands, a rhythmic summons, assaulting senses, to no avail, I succumb to defeat, leaving the precipice of a sleep.
My eyes flare wide to meet the blue digit glare of the overlord, who will not be silenced until thrust into flight across the room.
Copyright 2020 Joan Wiley