In not quite solid form I moved through
Dreams like chapters of a much loved tale,
Every page different
Filled with the magic of color and feeling
As I stood like a fan
At a school yard game.
I reached out to touch
The finest things that I saw beyond me
And watched as each piece I handled
Slipped away into ghostly mist
Illusions at a magic show
Like a disappearing elephant
Unreal yet I knew it had been there
Stolen thoughts capturing fears
Leading me through the wonderland of mirages
And I knew each chapter
As if inscribed somewhere in the forgotten recesses
Of a weary mind.
So I travelled through each page,
Flip, flip, staring at the artistic beauty
Of each panoramic illustration
Realizing that in each image
There I stood in wonder
Smiling like a child who finally sees
Everything coming together under the big top
As the elephant reappears
Reaching out a trunk as if to say
Come quick before I disappear once more,
You are what keeps me here after all,
Your dream IS real,
It is everything.
I chose not to follow today’s prompt, after a night of strange and many dreams…had to get back to a little of me.