The Lucid Dream

...an outer dimension experience...

Rainbows crissed and crossed the sky

As I gazed up and longed to fly.

Angel wings from my shoulders sprouted,

And though I have forever doubted

The existence of an unseen god;

His omnipresence seems quite odd

To me (agnostic wide awake).

I whispered, shouted, even prayed

He would not stay the wind’s uplift

And cast my worthless soul adrift.

Yet, as I prayed, the heavens parted

And I found myself and course re-charted.

 

Cast headlong into seething seas,

With webbed feet pretty as you please

And gills to die for, down I plunged.

As water drowned my landlocked lungs.

Fishes and crustaceans gasped

As I, a strange being, slithered past.

And pass I did with haughty aire,

Alive, alone, and free from care.

Yet, as I ventured ever deeper,

The thought, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Spiraled me beyond control

Into the death-dark depths below.

 

When spat out on the other side,

A snow-blind brilliance dulled my eyes.

“Is this a dream?  Am I aware?”

There seemed to be no answer there.

Then, from the white void, spectres rise.

“Prodigal kinfolk,” I surmise.

To my dismay, as close they came,

The faceless figures voice my name.

I feel their synergy conspire

As ice beneath me turns to fire.

Yet, still no lessons had I learned,

Ere my feet and body burned.

 

Alas!  I cannot perish here!

Then, quick as thought, I reappear

Atop a jungle canopy

Where worlds, ablaze, unfold before me.

I marvel as the sun’s last glimmer

Sets the stage lights dim, then dimmer.

Down I glide, as if a feather,

Alighting in a field of heather.

You are there, as well as others,

Fathers, sisters, sons, and mothers,

All embracing, high with hope… and

With that, my eyelids flutter open.

Reviews

[hazy]

The rhythm you created with this is phenomenally well done, I found myself re-reading it again just to be swept back into it. You’ve really done an excellent job.

[Marlon Ferguson]

Thanx, hazy...for reading and commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.