A Token From Another Dream

 

 

Swirling white clouds into a hole in the blue sky

Liquid emotions given form as we cry

The deceitful tongue is quicker than the eye

Since before now I recall

A time of silence a world of four senses

When silver ponds burn your skin as you bathe

And you join the ranks of the forgotten few

Sands form castles to combat the winds

In this place where we reside within

Each room leading back to the other

Each door to the same room

Each keyhole shows a different view

And just as your mind swells and is about to explode

You awake floating in a sea on your bed

And a dove lands in your lap bearing

A single fig leaf –

A token from another dream…