A Poet's Dream...

Stage 3
I had a vision of something forgotten,
... a lucid dream
that took me hours to remember
after I had awoken.

A deep crispy voice spoke in my ear,
in its - inception.
Then I felt soft hair on my forehead.
Puckered lips pressed against mine.
Then I felt a woman's fingers stroking my cheek.
I opened my eyes and I uttered, "Where am I?"
I saw her long pink hair and light creamy skin
and her forest green eyes
that matched the forest around me.
I was in awe, but anxious and shy.
My voice uttered echos and then I
became very apologetic as if I came to realize
- who I was and why.

"Where has the day gone?" I asked her.
Just then, the orange sun beamed through
the trees revealing even more beauty about her.

Stage 2
I doze off into outer space,
sometimes, for relaxation,
action and science fiction.
Once I was driven into the arms of an invasion,
fighting the fight of gods and then
I ended up in the arms of that beautiful woman.

I was up against giants and moving quicker than light,
escaping the gravitational pull of their massive bodies,
while in the fight of my life, I fought for my life, like never before.
It was the first time in my life that I ever heard a human roar.
I had the look of a lion, but, the spirit of a wolf.
We we're fighting like bulls after, *heh*... the horns.
But like every other person a "time and unforeseen occurrence befell us,"
that had us jumping through a fire like old Yeller.
By the time we made it through the flames we were lost
and the battlefield was no longer remembered.
After we scattered we fell into a deep slumber
and then we were stricken with amnesia due to that occurrence.

But then I heard the song of birds and
and I felt a breeze of wind, then
I smelled a rain forest after the rain.

Stage 1
Now.. when I close my eyes it's not a dream that I see,
it's the imagery of words and the meaning it strings
all becomes a day dream - and eventually... a real lucid dream.

I was lost, in space, planting time,
forming people, themes and lives,
a concept, a story line in which to write.

I saw myself that night, not in the words, but in the imagery.

I drew myself into a battle
between gods and monsters and
I fought beside the divine ones.

But only to fall short and be taken blinded,
by an invisible occurrence.

Why do I feed my dreams like a fire?
I keep throwing ideas into my mind until it gets brighter.

Brighter, like that sun that beamed through those forest trees about me,
revealing the hue of that beautiful woman's skin,
brighter, like her forest green eyes
and her long rosy hair
within the sight of her sparkling, star twinkling body against that sun risen sky.




10/27/2014