Strange magic

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

Watching.

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.