A Beautiful Dream

A dream

I had a kind of beautiful dream last night

that I was a child who was dying and because of that

I knew that when people were death

they were given small powers that gave happiness

to those around them in times of need.

I was with my parents walking through a big city

and the sun had begun to set

and all I wanted to do was watch it over the ocean

but I couldn't seem to get a good view past the buildings.

It was then that an old man came up to us

and through fits of coughing told us to follow him.

Underneath a bridge running parallel to the shore we watched the sunset.

As we stood the most magnificent rainbow bubbles

soared past us toward the setting sun and

when I looked to find their source neither it nor the man could be found.

My mother began laughing. "Where are they coming from?" she inquired.

I looked to her and smiled.

They were from the man who was going with the sun.