Just a Dream or Not?

JUST A DREAM OR NOT?


I walked into my dreams one night
My body lay asleep
My soul drifted in a land
Of nothing incomplete

With the Earth I shared my heartbeat
It echoed with the sound
Of distant music in the air
With words I can't pronounce.

I picked a rose right from a cloud
Then walked to a nearby stream
I dipped the rose into its waters
And suddenly grew wings.

The rose I had which once was red
Had suddenly turned gold
And all the magic that I felt
I suddenly could hold.

I gently flew into a sky
With a dozen shooting stars
And a majesty of rainbows
That stretched all the way to Mars.

I flew over to a rainbow
And sat down on a cloud chair
Where fairies danced and sang to me
And put flowers in my hair.

Seven turtle doves flew by
And I was motioned to follow
They led me to my body
Which somehow looked so hollow.

I knew that I just had to go back
It was where I belonged
But I vowed never to forget this place
And not stay away too long.

The rose I held against my heart
As I sank into my body
And felt a common security
That lay at rest upon me.

I woke to find it all in my mind
I hadn't gone anywhere
But then I realized against my heart
The rose still rested there.



Windy Lisardo


9/9/1993