Real Dream

A beam of life collided with a grain of sand

Convection caused the whirlwind

And what should have been a passing swirl

Formed

Without fanfare, trumpets, howls or kicks

The earth’s own womb opened

Birthing a new creation.

Sinewy legs without sinew

Muscle, bone, skin woven into

A zephyr of sheer silken mist

Crowned with sensual mystery

Golden wisps of hair-like softness flowing in stillness

An omnipresent face shrouded

In a veil of mystical tranquility

Beautiful, majestic, plain, fearsome, elegant

All things and no one thing

Focused upon the beyond … the far shore

Intent, content, enraptured.

And then, she … he … it turned to me

Small me, now barely able to breathe

A gaze I could only feel

Overwhelmingly feel

A gesture for me to come

And I am drawn in slow motion

To this specter of all … life, death, in-between.

Closer I move into arm’s reach

Then into the bosom, the heart, the embrace

My senses electric with freezing cold, blazing warmth

Heavenly peace, deathly dread

Everything and nothing

Engulfed in cosmic joy and fear.

Suddenly the whirlwind begins again

We together within

Dancing, dying, crying, singing, living

In a spire of phantasmagorical reality.

I feel a distinct pressing, shaking on my shoulder

A distant voice, "wake up, wake up …

you’re going to get a sunburn!".

I slowly open my eyes to see my lovely wife

Shimmering in the glow of real life.