In silent slumber I dream
Of places I’ve never been
A friend and the dog long gone
In a life strange yet peaceful,
Picking through the words to find meaning
Aware of the white noise that isn’t there.
Crashing through, the shrill ring jolts rudely,
And I push trough the lucid remembering
And know it will be one of those moments
Where the day reaches out with magic.
I sit and write in the darkness
As the glow of the machine leaves me illuminated
And shadows glance off of salt specked Windows
And she appears beside me
A small deer a few feet away grazes calmly
As if my presence is just another minute of her life
And there is no movement as I watch
And she watches back then moves beyond view
For I have much to do and resume the thoughts
That filter through my mind
Streaming in shades of lavender and blue
Falling into the hue
I open my hands to the gift of what is to come,
I embrace the absence of song
In this moment aware and drifting
Like a dream.
Thoughts on strange dreams I had last night and as I parked my car at work this morning and began to write, a small doe appeared beside me, she watched me for a minute or two as the glow of my iPad lit the interior of my car, and she resumed her morning graze then moved silently away. Nice way to begin my day. Friends in my thoughts and a new friend by my side. Normally my commute is touched with the radio, news and music but this morning, I only got white noise on the American stations but received the Canadian stations loud and clear. I live in America…..strange day indeed…..Peaceful though.