dream

rain water rang like windchimes

it left me puddles of gasoline

dancing beneath the honeydew sky—

cobwebs and fishnet

i skipped through like a stone on a beach

across the stream of angels

i heard their melody

voices carried by the rush

a song of affirmation, wonder,

and adolescent fantasy

I was headed some place far and familiar

though I knew not where

to cross the cloudberry fields

I must leap—

bounding without care

pools of milk in my reach

topped with honey—

duplicitous

i spun as it swirled

mind discerning factitious

this worry,

this fear,

i held too close to my heart

it cradled then coiled

unwilling to part

once holding me dear now

only bringing me down

I clawed and I scratched

feet kicking at the ground

but it had me

and

it sunk me down

into the cloudy pool

I was kept there—

fetal

like a lucky penny

or prized jewel

i sank into the depths

now anticipating my doom

but there

just below me

was something out of place

whatever lay beyond

i knew i must face

be it misery,

mercy,

or music of some sort

i allowed my curiousity to

overcome me

my last and final resort

the pool cracked beneath my weight

succumbing to the strength

which remained and

what I saw was not darkness

nor was it disdain

the milk poured out from the cracks

cascading down below

I saw great rolling hills of stardust

and cloudberry fields aglow

the rain still rang like chimes

the stream of angels rushing with

purpose now

their sound,

their song,

how divine!

but the milk pools had curdled

and gone sour

i witnessed there

in the honeydew sky

their final hour

i reached out to touch them

to ease their unavoidable end

but I was far too high

somehow unable to descend

i wept in the clouds

watching the milk pools dry and

my sobs echoed through

the prismatic sky

like that of an angels cry

a song to join the voices in the stream

to sit there with them

once upon a dream

this gleam,

this glimmer,

this ration of hope

it launched me up and out

keeping me afloat

I lay upon the wind

arms outstretched and growing

then came my wings

billowing and unbroken

made of sweetgrass and cherries

woven from all I had known

scented with summer rain

and places—

people

i called home

now I continue my journey

to someplace far and familiar

now i knew where

to cross the cotton candied sky

i must trust—

surrender to the wind that's holding me now

accept the fate of my soul and

when the time comes

take my final bow

I will fly on from this place

how wondrous it is

I will leave it behind me

for i trust in the power of the mind

and my fealty to remembrance

one look upon the moon there when i arrive

and I will see here it's semblance

I will fly on from this place

this wondrous place

i will carry it's memory with me

my saving grace

into the reality it has prepared me for

through sequence of colour, song, and metaphor

I will lay upon the wind

it's gentle breeze guiding me

to places known

I will lay upon the wind

and I will let it

carry me home

- me

mwahaha