Gretchen wakes with a shudder. The eerie morning light paints unusual colors on the walls. Like fluid spilling from an opening can, her world changes back to real.
The room fills with echoes of her slowing breath. Her eyes search for a query to explain what happened again. She rubs then with open hands as if to wipe the scene permanently from her vision.
Her right hand rummages the table top of her nightstand. Fast fingers find the smooth surface of her phone. Its harsh blue light4hw telling of a number dialed.
“Hello? Hello! It happened again!” Gretchen yells in bursts. “I can’t take these dreams. Are you revenue?”
“Yeah . . .. I’m here. … It’s like 540AM.” Joel works feverishly to put who and what together.
“It happened again! I’m… I’m leaving my room through the window.” Gretchen draws lines in the air with her hand “I heard voices. Then footsteps…. My heart is exploding in beats. I can’t breath. My throat is choked up. Are you listening to me?!”
“Yeah.. Yeah. The footsteps draw closer and you go out.” Joel thinks of why his crazy sister calls him alone.
“But this time on a unicorn… Wait, I mean unicycle. There’s a cord running down to the beach. The ocean is turning muddy. And blackbirds… They call out to these people in the house where I am.” She loses her breath taking in a rush.
“Gretchen. Calm down. You decided to go to Clown school.” Joel looks back at the clock “You and that Therapist of yours decided it was the only way to get over your clown phobia. I’m going back to bed. Put your clown attire in the closet where you can’t see it!”
Today a wish fell from the sky
Dust, maybe fairy dust it sparkled
My breath stopped, my heart paused
Trying to comprehend was it meant
My eyes glued as it tumbled
Finding my upturned palm
Slowly gossamer wings appeared
Spellbound I stared at the sight
It tested those frail wings
Turning to face me
Then leapt back skyward
I wished it stayed
I wished for the wisdom of a child
Knowing to act not think first
As it rose, I jumped up
Failing arms desperate to grab on
My mind crawled away
My face dropped a bit
I knew next time what to do
When the next wish falls from the sky
Thoughts swirl through my mind
Lighting the dark recesses
Like fireflies, they spark and move
I reach for them in vain
they scatter and reemerge
I forget once captured they die
The jar can only confine
It only zaps their energy
They fade like yesterday’s dreams
Still my inner child swings
Maybe this time it’ll work
I can hold and make it real
Suddenly they are gone
Like darkness against sudden light
They fade from sight
Never to be known
Whether any of it was real
Heart beats into my eardrums
Stray thoughts loose and running
Fruitless pursuits dream
Upon unseen mountains
My thoughts echo
Pulled within illusions
Places only fools trust
My soul seeks peace
Reflection against the world
Chasms fill with echoes
Voices writing lyrics
Waves of comfort spill
Zephira draws up her mandolin. A few gentle strums of its strings lets loose the amora of fall leaves and vanilla. Her head lowers beyond sight. The air rushes by suddenly perishing dreams of Summer. Her words turn staccato like piano notes. I resist with all my might.
A distant cello joins in with her melody. The world bends to her. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll slip back to where I belong. The world is so small within the looking glass.
Fires dance in your eyes
My inner candle begins melting
Promises of possibilities flutter about
Whispers of thoughts
Things I long for versus need
Enticing moves stir images
“What ever your desire” falls to ears
No lips move, no sound travels
But still my ears are full
Gentle hands sweep through my dreams
Reality never holds trust of fantasy
Within the dreams I wander paths
Where no footsteps are needed
Interface is between two faces
Elegance replaces beauty
The moth grabs the flame
Mist of my dreams swirl
Spinning like a kaleidoscope
Am I looking back
Like the stats in telescope
Or forward in Crystal ball
Happy blue skies pave paths
Tall trees throw twisted shadows
Nothing is as it seems
Everything is exactly as it appears
Lines of sight tug gently
Filaments of thoughts resist
Delightful mess spills across fantasy
Which parts will I miss?
Which parts to cling to?
Time slides through hidden hourglass
Slowly I realize what never was
Has always been waiting with what was
I wantto take your breath away.
I watchyou move completely
My mind locked on every part
My eyes flash to keep up
Your body converts to road map
Some curves are far more dangerous
At least in my view from here
You’re an addiction wanting to hook me
I linger on thoughts of being emerged
I bask in her warmth. My mind holds those moments that are special because they are our moments. There is a certain calmness that stills my heart.
The night drifts by. Time is a ceiling fan counting by whoosh sounds. Light stays at bay.
My dreams morph. Subtly I’m drawn away. Her face warn and kind grows. Her smile looks more relaxed. I twist to better see whay keeps me whole.
The warmth returns. Strange white shiny walls curve up from below. I feel like am burning. Parts of me break free and float off. Her smile twists more profound.
Being someone cup of tea is not always good
I watch you drift
Each passage leads you further
You never look back
Currents toy with your ambition
Eddies await to swirl your direction
On shore, any hope floats past you
Your empty hands only reach from afar
Past the length of any arm
Tomorrow you will out out again
The tides await your efforts
Again I’ll watch to see if you return
We dance until the chord breaks
The waves drowned the sound
Until the horizon welcomes you
I’ll still be on the shore
Waiting to see where you’ll go