Waking Dream

Lightning flashes behind closed eyes.
A numbness settles on the soul within,
as though my spirit has taken up residence
within my mind alone,
abandoning my body to dreamless sleep
while my thoughts dwell on all that I can yet see
through the darkness of lids closed tight.

Perception lingers and heightens.
The spider web beneath the table
draws my attention, 
as does the song I hear 
resonating in my head.

I see a child smiling,
then realize it is but a reflection
of my innermost self.

Dancing on the tip of a knife,
I feel a great balancing act.
Pieces of a puzzle I had thought missing
fall suddenly into place.

An ordered chaos
rules my being;
I walk in a field
where candy kisses grow.

The freshness of life
surprises me
as I feel nature's soft caress,
like the sun, touching my bare shoulder.

My spirit travels the night,
but the dawn brings me home,
my wandering soul once more
settling for the fleshy temple
the Gods made to house it.

My body awakens
though I yet sleep;
I am aware of a receding
numbness in my limbs,
then I find the peace of dreams.